I am simply paralyzed of late with my blogging efforts.
I look at my blog in horror -- at its level of post-neediness -- and I think, "I have absolutely nothing to talk about!" or, "My children are boring and have said nothing funny today!" or, "I have two writing deadlines coming up, and that means that all I can think about is rearranging my closets!"
Then, I think, "I never use this many exclamation points! And the italics ... what's that about?"
Then, I go peer in my closet and wonder if rearranging it will make writing deadlines go away. It never has in the past, so I'm not overly hopeful about that.
In an effort to put off writing for just few more minutes, I'll just add these bits and pieces or our days:
* Ramona is toothless and painfully adorable:
* My eldest child is officially registered for her first early-entry college class in the fall. Young moms, take note: the years pass quickly. Scarily quickly.
* Betsy will soon appear in our church choir's annual musical. Last year, the production, which I co-directed, led to renewed faith in the Holy Spirit and the power of paper plates. This year, I have done nothing but make a few halos. I plan to sit in the audience and enjoy the new Stanislavsky's vision. Betsy will play an angel, which is not a stretch for her. More specifically, she'll play a Sassy Angel, which is a bit of a stretch, because although Betsy is great at pretending to be sassy, in reality she's one of the best children I've ever met. (I know two other really great ones, too.)
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