Apparently, I am not committed to blogging.
Updates? A kitchen project was planned, then placed on 'hold.'
Reserved two kittens, waiting for the litter (perhaps as late as June 2010).
Practicing the bass. Practicing tennis. Working out more regularly (lost 10 pounds).
Absolutely nothing to say.
Maybe later. Maybe not.
Updates? A kitchen project was planned, then placed on 'hold.'
Reserved two kittens, waiting for the litter (perhaps as late as June 2010).
Practicing the bass. Practicing tennis. Working out more regularly (lost 10 pounds).
Absolutely nothing to say.
Maybe later. Maybe not.
1 comment:
Why not talk about the music you're learning to play on the bass? Why not discuss the fine paper you've submitted to our collection? Why not describe the movies, books, meals, and the great vistas of your daily walk through the world? Why not report on your Sunday School lessons--we've not heard about those for a while? Why not compose fictional vignettes loosely based on co-workers, changing the names to protect your legal hindquarters? Why not inform the world what it is like to gaze across the breakfast table at one of the world's most beautiful women (hi Sherry!) Why not opine on the joys of inviting friend William up some weekend to see how his growing brood of flutes get along with your el capitano (that was a shameless plug for an invite, in case you didn't notice)? Why not plan adventures? Report on your on-going struggle to learn Flemish, assuming you still are? Post pictures of favored felines? And why are you waiting so long for cats? What are the amusing youtube videos? Titles to the songs on your ipod? Why not devise and post cutesy series that offer superficial insights into your life, your character, the contents of your referigerator--like What's Up Wednesdays? Or Five Facts for Fridays? Or the 25 things about yourself that no one ever asks about you? Or ten things you wish people would stop doing? Or whatever. The point is, brother, you are missing the true joy of blogging, and you are to remember also that I visit here regularly, if not often, and I need something to entertain me when I should be working, something for the cyber-voyeur in me to gaze upon.
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