Today I was shamed into posting by a five-year-old. Well, sort of. It went something like this:
In an effort to be a productive version of a human being, I bought myself a new purse-sized notebook, this one from the clearance section of Borders featuring images from
The Simple Art of Sumi-e by Takumasa Ono. Last week I had it out while I was baby-sitting my new charges, Sarah and Rachel, so that I could jot down the topics their Mom had asked me to review with them. Rachel asked if she could look at it and so read the to-do list on the first page, from 25 April 2011, where most things were crossed off except for at the very bottom where it said "BLOG." She asked if I'd done it yet so I could cross it off and I said no. Today she asked me again. I don't want to have to tell her no a third time.
In my defense, I've been busy. Like, legitimately busy and not just putzing on Facebook or playing
casual games. So busy that I'm two episodes behind on
Doctor Who and have yet to read a single sentence (much less an article) in the
new issue of Vanity Fair. There have been birthdays and baby-sitting and gardening and family time and obsessing over Michael Fassbender. But the same notebook also features a list of possible blog topics.
So I'll try to do better. Just don't be surprised if I, you know... don't.
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