Hello, interwebs. Or at least, the four or five of you on the interwebs who still glance, occasionally, at this blog. I’m sorry for neglecting you of late (though I hesitate to presume that you noticed my absence, what with the economic crisis and the health care crisis and, most of all, the crisis we all face now that Michael Jackson is no longer with us). And no, I don’t believe that my snappy little Sondheim-lifted subject line will make it up to you.
I’ve just started working again, and our best local friend just left town, and my daughter is doing battle royale with her 2-year molars, and I have bravely joined a gym (that I have yet to visit…). But really, the truth is, I have no superb excuse for sucking so profoundly at time management these past few weeks and neglecting all (four or five) of you. I’m lazy, that’s the God’s-honest truth, and what with the heat and the humidity and the social demands and the job training and the syndicated television shows, it’s been oh, so difficult to imagine writing anything longer than a sentence-long Facebook status update. And let’s face it, those updates have really been taking it out of me, too.
It’s easy to disparage myself for my failure, but I must try not to become downcast by it, and instead press on. To victory. Or at least a regular habit of writing. I shall return.
But probably not till tomorrow, what with the new X-Files movie having just arrived from Netflix and all.
That really made me laugh — still here reading! And I enjoy your FB updates too
Thanks, Cyndi. I went to the coffee shop today for the express purpose of writing a blog entry…and wrote about my childhood instead. Uh. Maybe I should post THAT here?
I’m highly amused that I receive more comments on my “Sorry for not posting” post than I do on, you know, my real ones.
Miss you!
And we talk frequently! Imagine how much OTHER people must be missing me! RIGHT GUYS?
We talk frequently because I like to trick Dan. I think I’m mean that way.
What happened in your pottery class?
Oh, Marty. The shame. I am a pottery class dropout.
But I joined a GYM! That counts for something, right? Plenty of opportunities to try new things, such as…belonging to a gym! And also, spin class! And maybe kickboxing! And possibly, just possibly, being in shape!
Seriously, I want to give pottery another go, but in a different class. When I called the studio to explain why I just couldn’t take that class anymore, they spun me one of those lame non-apology apologies (“I’m sorry that you were offended,” “She is from the northeast and some people are more sensitive,” “Maybe you need a more soft-spoken teacher,” etc….and I’m just like, SOFT-SPOKEN? Do I SOUND as if I need people to speak SOFTLY to me? I guess you have never talked to me on the phone, M, so you may not get the irony, but people who know me in real life, seriously. Do I need people to talk softly to me? I DO NOT.)
It’s me, Maura. I’m still reading.
What kind of work are you doing?
HI MAURA. Your son is adorable. I want to pick him up and squeeze him. You would be welcome to try to pick up Abigail in turn, but she is very heavy.
I’m working from home, part-time, for a nonprofit in D.C. (Keeping the specifics off the internet, for a change.) I’m pretty sure I could make more money tutoring for the SAT, but then I’d want to take my own life, so this is probably better.