Every night she asks me the question: What are you going to
blog about? And every night I have pretty much the same answer: I have no idea.
Blogging used to be a little easier, especially when the
offspring were around. It seemed I always had blog fodder when those clowns
were hanging about. But now that they’re out making a place for themselves in
the world, my subject matter has declined considerably. Even their father had a
few blogs written in his honor. I doubt he’d appreciate it now, though.
The cats don’t care one way or the other, as long as I
remember to clean the litter box and make sure there is no dish in their food.
No, that’s not a typo. Everything is golden as long as they can’t see the
bottom of the dish through the kibble, but once that kibble level is down far
enough that you can see dish? STARVATION! IS! IMMINENT! And they will make no
bones about telling me, even if it happens in the middle of the night.
Bird has been enjoying a new thing I’m doing these days.
I’ve decided to keep my online presence at a minimum, because honestly, I’m
tired of adding more drama to my days. My days are filled with enough drama to
write a soap opera, mind you, most of it centers around a very young audience,
but it is drama none-the-less.
Especially when it comes to illicit kissing on the
playground!
Anyway, back to the bird. My mornings are a time for me to
gather what wits I have left and make sure I’m at my best before I go to work.
This means NOT visiting facebook first thing in the morning. Really. Stay away.
So, I’ve taken up an hour of reading. Or less reading and
some bird time. I’ve tried doing both at once, but believe me, that bird can do
a LOT of damage to a book. She LOVES paper. That being said, I will usually
forgo the multi-tasking and focus on the bird. And it calms me. I bring all my
scattered thoughts and emotions back into a nice pile and they kind of
disappear as I just sit back and relax. I have the alarm on my phone set just
in case I nod off, but otherwise, it’s just lovely and peaceful for about an
hour.
If I do get online, it’s to check my work email to make sure
I’m not forgetting to bring something with me. I don’t really consider it being
“online” because I’m not surfing, but if I must call it being online, then I
will. Reluctantly.
But being away from facebook and most of the online world in
the morning has made enough of a difference, I’m thinking it would be a good
idea to limit my online presence in the afternoons as well.
No promises, but I will admit that thinking about it makes
me a little bit giddy.
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