A Crisp Cold Sunday

I’m trying a new less fancy blogging app. It is obnoxiously low tech. I can see actual code here, as I’m typing, which vaguely offends me. Having not learned to write code, I don’t want it to be flaunted at me. I want to have it hidden so that I can’t see how little I know.

Anyway, tomorrow is going to be super busy. I have actual events to attend and cleaning to do and shopping to gather. I plan to have an awesome school week which means doing a bunch of stuff like preparing for it. In a minute, to get a head start, I’m going to clean the kitchen and scrub spots off the floor. In other words, I might not wake up and loll about and blog. I might wake up and leap up and run around like a crazy person, trying to get out in of front the week, considering how it will all unfurl. Will I do all the things I want to? Probably not. Very unlikely. But maybe. On the slight chance that I might do that which I plan, I thought I’d just write a little bit of something, in this brief moment of stillness, while Matt stresses out that the Cowboys will definitely choke at the last moment. They probably will, because he’s watching. They’ve only won the last several because he wasn’t.

Tragically though, I don’t have anything in particular to say. So so so so so often the desire to write lingers without there being any substantial interesting content. This blog is a continual littering of the Internet with the inconsequential idiocies of life. Now more than ever. Sure, there are plenty of things I want to write about, but none of them are appropriate or allowable. I’m not going to write about politics, now matter how desperately I long to. I’m not going to write about everything in the church, because if you want to know about it you should come. I’m not going to write about everything little thing the children say, because then you would stop reading. I have to just spin around in the small circle of ordinary life, trying to make it fascinating for myself, romantic even…look at the beautiful leaves! …..oh look there’s a flower! …..oh wow, I read something in the bible! ….bla bla bla. The true drama plays out unseen, as I chatter on about what’s for supper.

So there you are, I’m going to go have a go at the kitchen. Have a lovely crisp cold evening.