I don’t feel like blogging today and I’m not going to. So, what is this post about, you wonder?
Well, it’s a list of the excuses I’m not going to use.
1st – I’m not going to tell you the hurricane ate my homework. Though it seems a bit odd to blog about something frivolous while Irene is beating the living tar out of the eastern coast. So I won’t. Clearly my subconscious is far more concerned with Irene than I am, btw. I have no clue what I dreamed last night, but I woke up convinced our windows must have blown up due to wind. Go figure.
2nd – I’m not going to tell you it was because I was without internet access till late in the day. It’s probably true. Our internet is flakier than a croissant wrapped in philo, but the truth is that I got up late and only connected now.
3rd – I’m not going to tell you that I need to do a quick dusting, or at least riding the house of cat hair (Specifically Havelock hair) though that’s true too.
4th – I’m not going to tell you I have mount laundrymanjaro to do then iron – though that’s true too. I did almost no laundry last week, so I have it all to do.
5th I will not tell you that the great book culling of 11 demands my attention, though it does.
6th I’m not going to tell you I have stories to judge for a contest
7th and I’m not going to tell you that I have a novel to go over with a fine tooth comb and an outline to finish.
I’m not telling you those, not because they’re not true, or they’re not sufficient excuse not to blog today, but because if I wanted to blog, I’d still have done it, anyway. I do most days, and that list is not atypical of my normal day, only on school days I have to make sure everyone is out of the house on time, too. This is kind of like writing – the kind that pays. There are always ten thousand reasons I don’t have time to write any given day, but it still happens, anyway. So they’re reasons, but they’re not excuses.
Mostly, I’m not going to blog because they thoughts are scattered and unfocused and the themes I really want to hit are too big to do today, when I don’t feel like my head is fully screwed on.
So, you’ll have to be patient till tomorrow. And now, ladies and gentlemen, I’m going to see a washer about a load of laundry.
Sundays should be just that. Go to the park and lay in the sun.
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This is CO. We don’t lay in the sun. And I have way too much to do.
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Hope that washer isn’t hungry. [Wink]
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No. This one isn’t a zombie.
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I’m not going to comment on your failure to blog something.
I have no excuse, I’m just being a smart aleck.
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I thank you for your forebearance.
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“The cat hit the delete key.” Hey, we’d believe it.
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Thank-you. Too often these days we are inundated with excuses when in truth the reason is that: “on my list of priorities for this day, the item in which you’re interested did not rise to the top.” Because, ultimately, that IS the reason for something not getting done, and it is a perfectly fine and wholly sufficient reason.
But don’t hardly nobody ever use it. So thanks for your honesty and demonstration of good sense (for example, excuses #3 and #4 essentially mean: “My family is more important to me” — an entirely valid, sensible and admirable allocation.
Mind, the reason for not blogging today would carry a mite more oomph had you not blogged about it today.
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LOL. Well, I blogged in a brainless way which is the same as not blogging.
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