Will whoever stole the last three weeks of my life please return them to me?
I mean, I know there are valid reasons for the lapse, for the whole lag in the time-space continuum thingy.
Stuff like my brother and his little cupcake moving in with us. I’d naively thought that they’d be doing all the heavy lifting due to the fact that it was them doing the moving and stuff. I figured Miss Carol and me just had to scritch over a little at life’s table to make room for them.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, hooboy. Nothing could’ve been further from the truth. The truth being Miss Carol and me are also moving. Granted, we’re just moving about within our house, but we’re moving and Miss Carol is bound and determined to make sure our new roommates have as much space as possible.
I figured I could take a week off of oceandoggy.com.
And then there was stuff like-
Again, I naively thought that life would be easy and interesting. I figured the hardest part of being an owner/operator would be getting funding from the bank and then I could just kick back in my beach chair and watch the tide and settlement checks roll in.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, hooboy, did I ever get a wake up call on that one. Not only is it a lot more work than I thought it’d be, it ain’t payin’ great either. What with all the licensing and taxes and fuel and repairs, it’s paying for itself and the driver and not too much more.
But I’m gonna keep at it- mostly ’cause I know Miss Carol is just waiting right there on the periphery with a big ITOLDYOUSO smack down.
And, yeah, I let my little oceandoggy.com slide a little bit more.
But only because The Little House of Horrors and the ever-lengthening novel hooked-up and conspired to use up whatever little time of my life had been left to me.
I’m currently re-writing chapters 9 and 10 of the ever-lengthening novel and my littlest sister is proof-reading and playing editor. Who knew writing a book would be this much work?
The Little House of Horrors is a butt-load of work too, but it’s actually getting into an exciting phase again. The walls and ceiling are painted and I finished up the electric today with the exception of the three-way light switches. I’d downloaded schematics and stared and stared at them. Turned them back and forth and to and fro and even sighted down the page into a bright light.
Made no difference. I could not figure out how to wire that kinda light switch so I’m gonna have to bring in an electrician for the three-way.
Did I just say that?
And then this happened and oceandoggy.com became a briefly niggling, nagging memory-
I drank the kool-aid. I had picked up this book over a year ago in a bookstore, flipped through it, and dropped it back on the table ’cause the literati-snob in me had decided it was waaaay below my reading level. And it is. It’s written for 15 year old girls.
But you know what?
The 15 year old girl in me loved it. It’s a fun read.
There was a time, not too distantly past, when I made it a point to post at least three times a week because my
readers reader demanded it and while I’ve known I’ve been neglecting oceandoggy.com lately I was still really surprised when I pulled up my little blog today and saw that it had been three weeks since I last posted.
But maybe not so really surprised when I checked stats and saw that my
readers reader had fled. Or maybe died of boredom.