The fear of starting a blog is that there is never time to blog. Since the advent of the modern Internet, I’ve tried All The Things, from a personal Geocities site back in the 90s to LiveJournal in the early 2000s. I used Myspace. I was such a devoted member of an online community dedicated to a certain TV show about a teenager fighting (and loving) vampires that I wrote a book about it. I have a Tumblr, a Twitter, a Pinterest, an Instagram and a Facebook page. I connect with people on RunKeeper. I cheered on friends in the Fitbit community until the Force recall. I have online profiles without numbers or spaces, if you get what I’m saying.
In Internet terms, I’m an old-timer. So I know how easy it is to join/start things and then stop doing them.
At the start of this blog it was easy to update, because my life hadn’t really started firing on all cylinders and I had so many feelings about so many things. Around the start of the kitchen remodel, life got real. The good news is: I’ve figured out how to prioritize writing time, and hope to update more regularly. The bad news is: there is no bad news, really.
Here’s what’s going on in our neck of the woods:
- The kitchen/dining remodel is 92% done. We had some leftover backsplash tile and decided to use it in the corner behind the coffee maker, so a guy is coming at some point to do that. The electrician needs to come back and put in some under-cabinet lighting (also a light in the front hallway and ceiling fans in the bedrooms). We’re putting cabinet doors on a bit of open shelving, and we need to put shelves into the cabinet under the range. We need to spackle and paint the mudroom, and we need to frame/hang some art.
- The next big house project is to eradicate all of the grandma wallpaper that still exists, and paint. I took a whack at the wallpaper in the hallways, but still have the final layer to scrape and need to hire someone to come and take care of a hard-to-reach space over the stairs. The walls of the downstairs bathroom are still covered in paste, and we need to start in on our room and Claire’s. We are mostly agreed on paint colors, except for our own bedroom, which will probably be the last frontier.
- Claire turned 8 on July 31. Like, whoa. I have a post in progress about that.
- I had a very disappointing change of direction in my job, which knocked me off my game for about a week. I am mostly over it and embracing new opportunities. Last week I had meetings almost every hour of the day for five days straight, which is both exhausting and stimulating at the same time. I either slept like the dead or didn’t sleep at all. At this point, I think Real Talk about work is off-limits here, but it’s definitely contributed to my writer’s block.
- My veggie garden is not going well. Admittedly, I didn’t do any planning and was sort of haphazard in my planting. Also, I suspect everything needs more water than I’m giving it, even though I have the best intentions to be good at it. There are critters eating my leaves and other critters digging everything up on the daily. It’s too soon to call it a failure, but there are things I need to think about before undertaking this again next year. Expect a post on that soon.
- It’s summer in Minnesota. While it is hot as blazes sometimes and the humidity is stifling, summer is pretty great. We bought tickets to see Journey and Joan Jett at the Minnesota State Fair on Labor Day, which feels like the most Minnesota thing ever and also the most appropriate summertime activity.
- I could have sworn I posted about a new running injury, but I just checked and its been sitting in Drafts for two weeks. Oops. The lack of running has added to some body issues I’ve been struggling with recently. I try to struggle in private, because Claire doesn’t need to hear me bitching about being fat, but recently I lost it on Joel who just wanted to take the family out for ice cream. So. Those posts are also coming.
- A new work friend invited me over and we sewed a skirt. I haven’t sewed since home-ec, but my mother gave me my grandmother’s sewing machine, and I am very interested in learning how to use it. (Claire got a sewing machine from her grandma for her birthday, so potentially we can learn together.) My dream is to be able to make lots of novelty print skirts and 50s-style fit and flare dresses. It would also be nice to feel confident mending my massive vintage wardrobe, which always needs mending! Sewing classes seem like a perfect autumn activity.
- Speaking of autumn, I’m going to be hosting Thanksgiving for Joel’s family. This is v. v. v. exciting. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday of the year! I love buying all the magazines, planning the menu, creating a schedule for cooking, baking pies, the whole kit-n-caboodle. I am GIDDY with the thought of using my new double ovens. GIDDY. I will make Grandma Shirley’s pumpkin pie and my favorite cornbread stuffing, but everything else is fair game. Oh, man. I am so excited to get started!
All these things have been happening, but most recently, my number one reason for not writing is that I’m television binging. I am a binger. I can binge like very few people I know, and I love every second. I’ve binged The X-Files and The West Wing and Sports Night and Greek and Orphan Black and Signed Sealed Delivered and, strangely, The Big Bang Theory. I’ve binged shows I’ve forgotten I binged. Right now I am binging The Good Wife, which has been on my list for a while, but only recently became available back to the start On Demand. I started it on the treadmill almost two weeks ago and have already taken down season one and half of season two. I’m obsessed. I want to watch it all the time, every spare minute.
Toby loves it when I binge, because I sit in the basement with him on my lap. Joel and Claire don’t like it much at all, because I sit in the basement without them. (Joel watched about 20 minutes of one episode and walked away, so I don’t think that’s happening.) I love my family, so am doing my best to restrict my binging while they’re home, but Joel has a lot of work travel this month and I am going BINGE THE HELL OUT OF THIS SHOW.
I solemnly swear I will also blog, in between life and TV. Pinky swear.