Monday, May 25, 2009
I'm Not Really Here
It didn't dawn on me until I was going down my to-do list that I had Memorial Day as a blog day. Nope. There I was, sitting at my computer (deleting all the junk mail: no I don't want 29 flowers for just 15.99. No I don't want a Criminal Justice degree from an online collage that misspelled college, no I don't want to buy online drugs or wigs or anything else) and I looked over at my calendar. This is really all Barbara Phinney's fault. See, she posted about camping last Wednesday, and I figured that was a nudge for me to start my to-do list for camping. We leave tomorrow. I think a writer's to-do list for camping is different than anyone else. Husband: mow lawn; Wife: write blog in advance. Husband: pack food; Wife: pack laptop. Well, you get the idea. Then, there's camping. Husband: sleep late; Wife: get up early and write. Husband: eat big breakfast: Wife: wish there was a toaster for my poptart! Together: quad ride. Then... Husband: nap; Wife: write. Of course, we have a four year old, so I can add one more thing. Husband: sleep late; son: sleep late; Wife: get up early and write. Husband: eat big breakfast; Son: make a mess at breakfast. All this surely means that God has blessed me this Memorial Day.
Posted by Pamela Tracy at 5:08 AM