It's a dark and stormy night. Bill and I are up way too late at the kitchen table because he's fretting over financial matters and I am loathe to abandon him for the comfort of bed. It would seem that the program he's using is messing with the math in his business account. Either that or it's just way too late for us to be up doing this kind of stuff. Trouble is, this is the only time that there is even a small chance of not being interrupted!

Why am I "blogging"? Why now? Why at all? It's something to do while he curses and mutters and looks for paperwork to help explain the chaos on the computer. There's not much I can actually do. I come up with the occasional halfway intelligent question to ask and apparently my presence is somewhat reassuring. I've seen myself in the mirror tonight so I don't know why. I truly look maniacal. Maybe that is what is reassuring?

So anyway. It's a dark and stormy night. I have stopped thinking about Spring again. I know that suddenly one day I'll be sitting outside feeling that contentment and peace that floods my spirit in the weeks before brutal heat and humidity set in. And I'll forget how awful it is now. I won't be able to remember the barren trees and shrubs. There will be endless amounts of puttering to be done outdoors. The blissful amnesia of May - December will set in.

My second posting in a year. Geez. Why is this? I love to write. I really love to type. Is it only because I am hyper aware of the glut of bloggage out there? Nah. I don't read many blogs so the fact that there are so many is just an abstraction. Is it because I don't really have anything new or of tremendous value to share? Nah. Never stopped me before and I don't intend to let it now.

Laziness? Forgetfulness? Much more likely.

Why jump in again now? Because I just saw that my sister-in-law Amy recently posted something on her blog and I am weirdly inspired by and competitive with her. In a copy cat I just really like her a lot kind of way. Whatever. I don't examine it too closely because it's benign and springs from love so it's all good.

Winter is grinding along. Grinding. It's Superbowl Sunday. That day of the year when I just want to go hide out up in my room with old movies and a bottle of nail polish. If the kids are all watching it and the vibe is good natured I may watch it with them this year. I hear the commercials are usually good.......

Hmmm, what else? Hmmm. Oh! Started yoga this past week. I took a couple of classes with my friend Karen who teaches at a yoga studio downtown now. I'll do a couple more private classes and then ease into taking her regular Monday and Friday classes. So....there's that.

OK. I think I'm done now. And in the spirit of good natured competition I think I can safely say to Amy: my blog sucks worse than yours. Hah!

Never Say Never.......

I can't believe I am a blogger. I don't like the word blogger. Plus it feels as if I've made a huge concession to the things I am always resisting.

Next thing you know I'll have a tattoo.

I should just get over myself.

I am going outside now to get my hands dirty in what feels more like "real life".

But I'll be back.