Some Days are Odder Than Others (Sorry, Morrissey).

I need to write every day, and I've been castigating myself about not doing so as my first blogiversary approaches.  "What is so different?" I ask myself. "What happened to those evenings when, after Small Child's bedtime, I'd settle in with a glass of wine and craft petite essays? You are a lazy slacker, Blue."

Maybe it's the Swiss cheese-like holes left in my brain by the departing estrogen (yeah, I know estrogen doesn't live there, but it makes a good image and I'm stickin' with it. What lovely grottoes will remain to be filled with....what?), but I'm only now twigging to the facts.  I've got a freaking job.

Students. Papers. Tests. Preparation. And no lessening of other responsibilities, although I did dump the PTA President gig. Those of you who know me and who were unaware of my former title may now stop your uproarious laughter.  Shame on you.

So I'm going to offer you two little lists today, as that's about all the thought I can marshal.

I. Things I Did Today That Don't Sound As if They Were Done By the Same Person

a. Attended the County Democratic Convention as an alternate Obama delegate.

b. Prepared 9 bags of healthy snacks  for Small Child's soccer team and attended the game.

c. Watched a downloaded episode of South Park.

II. Things I'd Like To Do When I Finish Teaching This Term

a. Read at least one book a week (and I mean a physical book, not an audiobook) from my "as yet unread" shelf.

b. Make some small piece of visual art every two weeks.

c. Write, in longhand, one letter a month.

d. Figure out why Small Child does not adore reading.

e. Head west for the summer.

If you have anything you'd like me to write about, please let me know.  The well is pretty dry.