It seems I am already blog-challenged. Not only am I without witty and insightful content, I haven’t even posted anything mundane to fill the hole. Until recently, I viewed myself as a finisher. Someone who was a conscientious follow-throughera. Now I realise, I lose interest quite fast these days. I am not happy with that quality at all. What have I been pre-occupied with?
Well, dilemmas du jour-
The jolly red man is due to grace my fireplace all too soon, and besides the fact that mine is stuffed with wood (thank you hearth-blocking landlord) I am perplexed as to how Santa will fit the village-saving water well I have bought in my children’s name , into my lounge room.
I am also plotting the revenge due to my rear neighbours who, 4 weeks on, still have rock-digging machinery poisoning my every breath as they implant their new pool.
Master 5 has convinced all who will listen at his kindergarten (in a momentary departure from his usual references to NAM) that Turkish people hate Australians, as illustrated by their recent flag burning!!?? A Google search has not answered where this information came from, but my concern is more about the sideways glances from other parents toward the racist child in their ranks.
Master 11 is busy creating a manifesto of swear words and heartfelt secrets in his new lockable diary. Most of which I’m sure, will refer to his love interest. My concern of course, is how I will be massacred in words before I work out how to break the lock.
As I put these concerns to the keyboard I now see I have plenty of excuses as to the neglect of my blog. Weighty stuff.