I lost my edge. My snark. Inspiration isn’t coming easily or at all. My writing isn’t funny! Boogers!
After the deck project was done and the crazy contractors left (and I cleaned up 87K cigarette butts), there was nothing to write about. It was a summer of little interaction with crazies. Even my family didn’t gift me with a shocking story at the reunion. Everyone was healthy and happy. That doesn’t make good press. Come on folks! Cough up a scathing scandal!
The cats have been bland. Gracie threw up blood this morning but I’m wondering if it was a sympathy barf. Last time she did that it cost me $800 to find out she was constipated. What a cat! (Note to cat lovers: I’m keeping an eye on her but whatever it is has been elusive even with blood work and x-rays.)
Today feels different. Maybe change in the air. I’m walking with my old (literally and figuratively) walking partner next week. That’s always good for a post. The following week I’m seeing a long-term friend. The fact that we have seen each other once year for the past 25 years is amazing. Prior to that we worked together for two years.
After a lull, mahjongg may resume in the next week or two. Our instructor is a hoot but that’s another post. You haven’t met her yet. Maybe it’s time.
Yesterday we saw old friends that made us laugh. A lot. Hard to get those belly laughs when it’s just the two of us. I served the most inappropriate lunch, but the male guest was grateful as it’s something he doesn’t get. (Note to self: Do not serve high sodium processed meat hoagies to a diabetic.) He had tree trunks for ankles by the time he got home but he assured me that he loved every minute of it.
There are sayings that you only learn through adversity. It applies to writing too. I could use a disaster or catastrophe to make the words flow. Preferably not to me or the cats. Something I can witness from a safe distance although the snark is better the closer it is.