I've been more or less missing in (real life's) action
for the past 6 months.
I reckon that I have thought about blogging daily.
I have written long and- I swear- hysterically entertaining or thought provoking posts in my head
as I got on with life.
Things like broken bones
(yes, that would be plural...bones*)
5 year old Queen Bees,
an overseas visitor,
an education crisis which almost caused me to consider home schooling
(and if you know me, you know that "home schooling" is not a phrase that is compatible
with my temperament.
There is a reason that I became a vet and not a teacher)
four birthdays,
a fiftieth wedding anniversary,
family stress,
seemingly never-ending, non-resolvable business stress,
for the past 6 months.
I reckon that I have thought about blogging daily.
I have written long and- I swear- hysterically entertaining or thought provoking posts in my head
as I got on with life.
...things like buying Australian products,
the indignation that John Barrowman didn't get a call up
for the Dr Who 50th Anniversary special,
sex ed.,
palm oil,
why some blood isn't thicker than water,
why my child waits until I leave the state to need the emergency room,
human nature at its very, very best and its very, very worst...
But things just happened.for the Dr Who 50th Anniversary special,
sex ed.,
palm oil,
why some blood isn't thicker than water,
why my child waits until I leave the state to need the emergency room,
human nature at its very, very best and its very, very worst...
Things like broken bones
(yes, that would be plural...bones*)
5 year old Queen Bees,
an overseas visitor,
an education crisis which almost caused me to consider home schooling
(and if you know me, you know that "home schooling" is not a phrase that is compatible
with my temperament.
There is a reason that I became a vet and not a teacher)
four birthdays,
a fiftieth wedding anniversary,
family stress,
seemingly never-ending, non-resolvable business stress,
a trip to Fiji,
a trip to Kangaroo Island
and the Barossa Valley,
a trip to Kangaroo Island
and the Barossa Valley,
my annual interstate sewing weekend,
and then a general and ongoing apathy when it came to just sitting down and writing a post.
How can I want to do something so badly
but just can't be bothered?
I have managed to sew and knit
to let off creative steam.
So really it has just been...life.
I am hopeful that the next six months will be a little less hectic
with no broken bones
and a lot less apathy
and that I will start blogging again.
Surely it is just like riding a bicycle.
(*My toe, which lost the fight with a door frame, has healed now
but my son's arm, which lost the bout with his bed frame,
is still healing.
I think falling over in your bedroom and managing to fracture your arm
in a nasty manner is somewhat freaky
and yet somewhat expected from a kid.
Luckily their healing capacity is also somewhat freaky
in a fabulous way)
and then a general and ongoing apathy when it came to just sitting down and writing a post.
How can I want to do something so badly
but just can't be bothered?
I have managed to sew and knit
to let off creative steam.
So really it has just been...life.
I am hopeful that the next six months will be a little less hectic
with no broken bones
and a lot less apathy
and that I will start blogging again.
Surely it is just like riding a bicycle.
(*My toe, which lost the fight with a door frame, has healed now
but my son's arm, which lost the bout with his bed frame,
is still healing.
I think falling over in your bedroom and managing to fracture your arm
in a nasty manner is somewhat freaky
and yet somewhat expected from a kid.
Luckily their healing capacity is also somewhat freaky
in a fabulous way)
1 comment:
Oh Tas. I hear you. Life just gets in the way doesn't it?
Does sound like you've had a full on time of it... the holidays sound fun though :)
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