Facebook annoys me by reminding me how many days since I last posted on my author page.
A lot ok?
It’s partially because I started bypassing the author page and posting my blog posts direct to my personal Facebook page. It’s partly that I hate to even have both personal and author pages and a blog. But now I do. And there are blog subscribers that aren’t on Facebook and pictures and stories that are on one Facebook page and not the other and it’s just a big mess that I don’t want to have to bother to fix.
I also don’t like to be told what to do. So stop shaming me, Facebook.
593 days, ok! Don’t judge. 296 for the blog. So that’s more realistic. But I HATE the word blog. What else to call it…the writin’ place? Place of musings? I sort of like that.
Where to start after taking that long off? With a boring explanation? See top of page- got that covered. With the 68 drafts I have stored here at the Place of Musings? Some of them are almost finished but aren’t good and some are incoherent ramblings I’m not sure I even wrote.
How about where I left off – which was in the midst of a travelogue on last winters road trip(s). I doubt anyone cared that much then and less now. But I have to get it down. To sum up and promise to write regularly now (fingers crossed behind back) I’m going to go to Jimmy Buffett. I like his writing. In the beginning of his book “A Pirate Looks at 50”, he sums up his life using a format from Catholic school where the students had to report what they did over summer in 400 words or less.
I grew up Catholic too. Please forgive me …it has been 593 or 296 days… oh no that’s
confession something else.
I’m no where near the writer Jimmy is so it might take me less or way more than 400 words to sum up what’s happened since Jan 4th 2016 -When I was RV camping in the rain on the coast of California and bravely declaring IM STAYING. Here goes…The last 296 days in 400 words or less.
Changed our minds. Not staying. Left the next morning. Mud slide closes Hwy one on way to LA. Go around. Park RV in storage. Fly LAX to MSP. My beloved station wagon in Florida gets totaled–hitting both a Mercedes and Bentley. Go big or go home girls! Bring different car to Florida/visit. Back to MN. Rollo buys cars and trucks to replenish his collection-too many to remember 1975 Jeep, 1979 Scout (oh wait I bought that one) We taste some Minnesota winter. Get small breed puppy I said I’d never have cause I don’t like little dogs. Fly back to LA with puppy under first class seat. Pick up RV and come home via my beloved California Coast and across Nevada, Utah, Wyoming and South Dakota. Camp in some of the most beautiful boondock sites on the planet. Rollo diagnosed with rotator cuff/biceps injury. Put off surgery till 2016 paving season ends. Get new bees. Paving season starts. Obsess over bigger dog. Consider trying different breed. Disregard. Obsess about border collies. Get second dog-border collie of course. Fall in love with little dog. I take herding lessons. Rollo works really hard. Vacation in Montana and Idaho. Fence pasture. Get sheep. Harvest honey…. whew.
That’s 199 words. But I’m caught up. For now.