I was going to make this Monday Mental Meanderings post on my front porch. I poured myself a glass of seltzer and lemon (in a plastic goblet, because, you know, safety first) (and it really was just seltzer; I was not violating open container), I brought out a chair and the little wooden footstool my father made me, got the laptop and sat down. Ah, spring at last!
But the sun is so bright, I couldn’t see the computer screen, except for a reflection of my face from a very unflattering angle. I turned the computer this way and that, and soon realized I was giving myself a headache. I had on my progressive eyeglasses (you know, the bifocals that don’t have a line, but don’t call them no-line bifocals or the eye doctor will yell at you) (seriously, I worked with a doctor that would come screaming out of the exam room if he heard anyone call them bifocals) (but I digress). One must place one’s screen carefully with this sort of lens. Also, my shoes were uncomfortable. Ballet flats are supposed to be the relief after heels (which I did not wear today, but that’s neither here nor there). This pair pinches mercilessly. I must give them away.
So here I sit now, in my more reasonably lit living room (for computer purposes, I don’t mean to disparage sunshine), slippers on my feet, reading glasses on my nose. I am much more comfortable, but I do wish I had written a real blog post earlier. In my defense, I was writing something else while on break at work. Sometimes when I write something, I really like it and think, “Hey, I’m a pretty good writer.” Then I wonder if I am flattering myself. Then I come home and type in nonsense like this for a blog post and wonder about myself.
However, between nonsense and a blow-by-blow of the last few minutes (ooh, here’s a Freudian slip: I just typed “blog” instead of “blow”), I am over 300 words. I think that’s is enough of this stuff for one day. I hope to do better on Tired Tuesday.
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