Then I completed 6 credits of college work so I could renew my teaching license. That academic achievement was followed by the hullabaloo that always occurs when my own offspring get done with school. Mr. D's team advanced to baseball playoff games, I packed a kid off to camp, I read almost 1200 pages of manuscripts for my Screw Iowa Writers Workshop and helped Mr. T mitigate the final steps to becoming an Eagle Scout.
Did you read that last part? Mr. T's an Eagle Scout! I still wake up from the occasional nightmare where I am fighting with him to finish his damn paperwork, but by golly, he finally wrapped it up! And now he's close to taking his driving exam. (And what's cool about a teenager chauffeuring you around town while they log their practice hours? Checking Facebook on my phone, that's what!) Big steps around here, people.
What else is new? There's an old mattress in our garage that the kids regularly tow out to play WWE Smackdown. Team Testosterone still spends their weekly allowance at the local convenience store on firecrackers, Gatorade and gum. They get muddy in the creek, swim, bike, dribble, throw, run and keep things in a mostly lively state around here. We have lots of baseball games. I keep the book twice a week for Mr. B's team while Mr. D coaches.
|My view on Tuesday and Thursday evenings.|
I went to Baltimore for a week for our annual Screw Iowa Writers Workshop and today I begin the final revisions on my next novel (stay tuned!)--available in paperback and kindle format next March. We've had a little family drama (the extended kind, not immediate), peonies and irises bloom and fade, a couple of parties, haircuts and a lemonade stand. Soon we're leaving for Yellowstone. But first I have to finish painting the upstairs bathroom (all those corners and getting behind the toilet--ugh!) and weed the garden (thistles, pigweed and crabgrass--double ugh!).
There you have it, reader. A bunch of excuses for not posting. As time sped by, pressure mounted to post something pithy or carefully insightful--so many topics to choose from! Gay marriage or racism or the awesomeness of Melissa McCarthy or the ache of watching boys become young men. I'd compose thoughtful, funny posts while scrubbing a floor or practicing yoga, but then another day would pass without actual time to sit down and write these thoughts. Finally one gets to this point--just post some damn thing to get feet back in the water. Rip off the bandage. Climb back in the saddle. Break the yolk. You get my drift.
In short, nothing profound in this post, just me--a bit paint splattered and stubbly today--catching my breath here at my laptop while I ease myself back into this blog.