I got my internet back. I got my son back from camp. Both on the same day, in fact. Two weeks ago already.
I have not yet gotten my blogging groove back. You may have noticed.
I’ve taken pictures for posts, written parts of some posts in my head, started a few posts on the computer. Gotten whole pages written, even. But I haven’t actually posted anything. I find myself suddenly unable to string more than a few sentences together in a cohesive manner, and nothing I write seems interesting enough to finish. I seem to have forgotten how to blog.
This is bad. This is very bad. Somebody needs to stage a Blogging Intervention here.
Except, um, there really is no one here to intervene.
So here’s what I’m going to do: I’m going to make a valiant attempt to jumpstart my blogging engine here by engaging in some “random blogging,” or what my friend Christy refers to as “stream of consciousness blogging.” Basically I’m going to start typing whatever random thought pops into my head, try to turn it into something halfway interesting, keep typing until I am tired of it, then hit “submit” and call it a blog post. (Actually, I’m not really sure that’s what Christy does, but it’s what I’m going to do.) Cool with you? Alrighty then.
Okay, so now I just have to decide which of the approximately 713 random thoughts swirling around in my head to type.
So it was my birthday last week, and… no, wait. That would make a good “what’s been going on around here lately” post; I should save it for that. Because you know I write lots and lots of “what’s been going on around here lately” posts. I mean, I haven’t really done very many, but I’m going to start. So, nix that one. New thought.
I spent some time this week making little container gardens… No, that would make a good photo-blogging post, and I’m not going to deal with photos right now. Granted, I rarely get around to doing all those photo-blogging posts I plan because it is such a process to post photos. However, because I continue to persist in the delusion that I really truly will, in fact, do all the uploading, editing, resizing, copying, and pasting necessary to produce a wonderfully entertaining and enriching photo post about whichever thing I am currently thinking would make a wonderfully entertaining and enriching photo post, I will abstain from typing anything further about the container gardens just in case I end up writing a wonderfully entertaining and enriching photo post about it.
(Incidentally, is it redundant to say, “continue to persist”? I think it might be.)
So I won’t tell you about the container gardens. Not even about my very favorite one, the only one I really even liked, the one whose container, upon being picked up, broke and spilled its contents in an unrecognizable heap on the lawn. Nope, not gonna tell you. New thought.
My fingers smell like bleach. That’s because earlier today I scrubbed out the inside of the dehumidifier bucket which was really black and gross… Um, no. That one isn’t going anywhere.
Wait, yes it is. Dehumidifiers and tomatoes and mulberries and birds and… Alright, I’m going to have to catch you up to speed a minute because I’m already getting ahead of myself. And I suppose I should try to at least make it sound interesting.
While resting chin in hand in the classic thinker-with-laptop pose, I notice that my fingers still smell faintly of bleach. The odor lingers despite the many hours that have passed since I stood at the sink with rag in hand …
You know, I’m beginning to understand why I rarely finish a blog post lately. Are you?
Anyway, enough of that. I scrubbed out the inside of the dehumidifier bucket because… well, because it needed it, for one thing, but need is not always a good motivator at my house when it comes to cleaning. Need is relative, you know, so just because something supposedly “needs” to be cleaned does not mean that I or anyone else at my house feels a need to actually clean it. No, there was a deeper motive behind my sudden desire to scrub out the dehumidifier bucket, and that was… tomatoes.
You see, I like to empty the dehumidifier bucket onto my plants. Not only does it conserve water by reducing the need to water the plants from the outside spigot; it also keeps the bucket-water from recycling back into our grey-water tank as it would if we disposed of it by dumping it into the shower. I’ve been emptying it onto my flowers, but since they are easily watered via sprinkler and my tomatoes are not, it makes more sense to…
You know what? This is so boring that even I am losing interest. Okay, forget the dehumidifier bucket that I cleaned out so that I could water the tomatoes with its contents. That is not blog-worthy.
I’m not doing very well at this, am I? *Sigh*
Here’s something else about my tomatoes that probably isn’t blogworthy either: I’m going to have to take down the lovely green-wire trellis I made for them to climb and make some green-wire tomato cages instead. Why? Because apparently my tomato trellis is a favorite resting spot for some of the local birds. Don’t ask me how I know this. The evidence is on my tomato plants. Said birds have also apparently been gorging on our mulberries. Don’t ask me how I know this either.
I have never been very successful at gardening, by the way. That really has nothing to do with the birds or the mulberries or the dehumidifier bucket; I just threw it out there for you as a freebie. I wouldn’t want you thinking I am some sort of fabulous or even decently good gardener just because I plant tomatoes and tried making container gardens. I somehow manage to maintain a flower garden with only a few annual casualties; veggies, however, are another story. The reason I plant veggies year after year, despite the miserable results, is that I am delusional. The idea that I might one day grow a successful vegetable garden is another of those highly unrealistic fantasies in which I continue to persist.
So, perhaps, is the idea that I will actually write a decent blog post tonight. May I quit now?
Thank you for saying yes; I somehow knew you would. With multiple exclamation marks.
Perhaps I will be more successful on my next attempt. For tonight, this is what you get. I’m calling it a blog post and hitting “submit”.
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