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I. Blog Rhymes with Frog
It just occurred to me that blog rhymes with frog. These days I blog, but ages ago, the first poem I ever wrote was about a frog. From then til now, interesting. In those two points in timeline, interesting. Everything in between, interesting. Life is curious. I think that's why writers write.
II. A Common Everyday State of the Art of Writing
Today (Nov. 13) has been an average day, not much writing in this day in this life of a writer.
Today has been mostly nothing but a laundry catch up day, including bedding, afghans, pillows, small rugs, and towels as well as clothing.
Yesterday was a clean and rearrange cupboards and dust furniture day plus important errands outside the home then tons of household item shopping. It wasn't really all THAT much, but I exaggerate here because it FELT very very heavy due to the tedious nature of the tasks. Day before, Dennie had band practice at our house for a holiday show and I napped in the afternoon since I got up at 6 a.m. that day. That night we went and heard a friend's choir practice at a church for a holiday performance, then went to Diana's Deli for coffee and dessert, then shopped at Kroger's.
Today with coffee we also watched American Pickers.
Last night I went to the library to look some things up and do some errands there using the scanner and printer there--I have to reconnect mine but don't have a convenient table/space near the computer, so I keep putting it off until I can arrange things better. Because of these type of spatial issues, I have a bit of a storage room in each room in my house. I need either a place with a basement or an extra room in the house for a storage room or at least my own office space.
Last night I also got my hair cut as a bday present to myself.
I have been blogging lately here and there but didn't do so yesterday and hope I blog later today plus do some typing work.
That about sums up my last couple days since my birthday festivities. Fun, fun. My birthday was a mixture of stuff/feelings/happenings/etc.