Tuesday, October 27, 2009
That's how it ended, my conversation with Rise last week.
After much hemming and hawing and yeah-buts.
The simple word "Let's!"
Complete with exclamation point.
Which carries with it a certain air of enthusiasm.
Which I was not feeling.
But what else could I say?
She wanted to sign up for NaBloPoMo.
No problem, you say.
Since I've been feeling completely uninspired.
Since I think I may have forgotten how to string words together coherently.
Since there's so much gobbledy-gook going on in my head it's like noisy snow on the television in a hurricane.
But I have to humour the Little Blister.
That's what big sisters are supposed to do. Especially when they've been harassing the Little One to write more; calling her the un-blogger; nagging; cajoling; bullying.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Sooooo. All together now:
Yes We Can Na-Blo-Po-Mo!
That's my desperate measure.
It's not as though there's been nothing to write about around here.
I have been tending to the wounded.
What with Beans falling off bicycles and dislocating elbows;
And cats finding the one and only piece of framing glass, hidden, one thought, in the sewing room, and slicing thereon a poor little paw;
And OCs getting exercise, at speed, helmetless, on more bicycles, tumbling off, requiring the services of all the king's horses and all the king's men to staple Humpty Dumpty together again.
Oy. And Oy. And Oy.
It has not been dull around here.
One finds oneself wishing for dull.
So, if one is to NaBloBlahBlah every day for an entire month one must needs flex those blahblah muscles.
This is the first of the warm up exercises.
Do not be alarmed.
They might get better.
And the bonus is you'll get to read the writings of Rise!
You're very welcome.
I live only to serve.
Note: The top and bottom pictures, sandwiching the more pathetic photos in the middle, are of Poinciana in bloom at the top, and Tarragon at the bottom.....both in the garden right now.
All three patients are healing nicely.....