Since last Friday, my daughter has been struggling with a virus. She missed three days of school and today when I picked her up at 11:45 a.m., her teacher told me that she was really tired. Poor kid. All my kids have been sick and have lingering coughs. My husband and I have missed the worst of the illness. We are too busy to get sick.
The main problem with writing a blog at 12:10 a.m. is that I can’t remember what I might have wanted to say a few hours ago when I had an idea. The topics that come to mind are scattered and just bits of irrelevance. For instance:
1) Miley Cyrus has written an autobiography. Really? Seriously? She’s sixteen! I hear there is breaking news, like the fact that there were mean girls in her fourth grade class. Oh, call me a waaaaaambulance. Aren’t there mean fourth grade girls in every fourth grade class?
2) The Octomom: How can someone so articulate be so detached from reality? Fourteen babies. On the other hand, I don’t want the government to decide who can be a parent. On the other hand, the doctor who did this? Unethical for starters and stupid besides.
3) The stock market. Stop. Falling. Please.
4) I have crocuses blooming in my backyard. Spring is coming. But not without a lot of rain and wind.
5) I haven’t grocery shopped in any substantial and organized way in a long time. I keep running in for milk and a “few things.” Tomorrow I really need to grocery shop, but I fear I will spend my morning napping, right after I mail my tax information to the accountant.
6) I hate taxes. Hate. Cold hatred.
7) Digital photography means that I haven’t actually had my photos from part of 2007 and all of 2008 developed yet.
8) My son’s first lacrosse game is Saturday morning, but I am going to be out of town visiting a friend that day. My husband will be Superdad that day. Just one of the many reasons I married him.
9) My husband’s “new” Cadillac has seat-warmers. Motoring down cold suburban roads with a warm butt is a fine way to travel.
10) I have started five books this past week, but have yet to get hooked by any of them. I think that William Zinnser’s book about writing memoir will win, though. I love his writing.