bonus blogger

Comment to Pat: You’re the one who is an asset and a stimulus. Thank you for being there, dear blogger. You inspire us all.

After two days of Fridays, it now feels like Sunday. No NYT, though.

What next?

What next was another dinner to cook for Matt. It was a good dinner but I get so tired. We had corn on the cob (last of the season?), oven-baked chicken wings, parsnips roasted in olive oil and maple syrup, fresh raspberries. I had my Sunday gin martini tonight, and no wine. Maybe later. Maybe bed soon but not too early.

blog day

I promise. I have a lot to do today but there are tonnes of thoughts looming up in blogtime that I must pay attention to.

Oh, dear. I found a fie folder, about two inches thick, lalelled Blogs. I thought it was s list of blog ideas. Not. It’s a collection of mostly finished, written pieces by me. Some are finished blogs, others detail accounts of daily experiences that struck me as worth writing about. I read them all. Oh, dear.

It took me about an hour and a half, about the length of time it takes to write the first draft of a blog. That, of course , is the reason it’s taking me so long to go through the files. I’m not complaining. I enjoy reliving the experiences and I enjoy, most of the time, reading my own writing (with corrections) and editing).

But time moves on and I must, too. I’ll look for another folder and try to get back to you. It’s still hot. No heat warning, but hot. Matt is coming for a swim and dinner and I have to think of something to cook.

Later.

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