Summer

Humid heat and the eternity of days cover me like a heavy quilt. Paired up with gravity to keep my head on my brown-biscuit arm, my arm on the musty-dusty, freshly-vacuumed carpet; its roughness in contrast to my silky skin. The sticky somnolence of summer sounds its humble susurration. My cool-to-me breath skims in and out in time with the fan; its whirled and hummed secrets so repeated they've lost all sense. Its ceaseless cadence lingers only as a lullabye.

*sniff* ...Momsweat and hot dog.

My lackadaisical laze lies uninterrupted by their company--the dog sniffs me ice-cold and whines to me dreams of running and laughing. Surrendering in a satisfied flop at my back, his surplus heat fuels further slumbering passivity. Mama buzzes and flits about, opening windows, her straightening tracked by languid gaze, my fever dreams fulfilled in her sunshine and lemon-scented wake. Her hustle-bustle muffled, surceased in indolent effulgence.

I might wake up soon.

Lost and Found

Wow!  Thanks to Kelsey from http://ruralmamasandbox.blogspot.com/ for reminding me how much I love to write. Check out her blog to read more about being a great mom!  I still don't know why you should read my blog, but I'll try harder to come up with something.  I have a lot of new things in my life since I last tried this, and maybe I'll talk about them.  I am open to suggestions of course!

Fall is Here

Watching football always reminds me of high school. Not because I was a huge fan back then (I didn't find my love of the game for another few years) and not because I hung out in stands as many of my compatriots did. It's really what they call "football weather" that gets me to reminiscing. It was in those crisp, cool nights where I'd "kick the can" with my friends, so to speak. I'm not going to say "those were the best times of my life" --there have been and I know there will be many more-- but they were certainly the most carefree.

As an adult, you are lucky for a few carefree hours, at best a weekend, or vacation. You just can't seem to let go of your responsibility for too long. Past experiences, present events, or future concerns are never too far from the surface of our consciousness.

So many fall nights I spent hoping, dreaming, talking, wasting time like a sultan spends gold--experience not corrupted with guilt or burdens...maybe some longing, but of the innocent sort. It was a time of pure possibility. Now my heart aches for that blithe naiveté each time the chill falls on the summer, as the nights grow longer, and the Colts play football.

Too many cooks...

One person should not have three bosses. Period. End of blog.

An Editor's Take

The Olympics. Dan Jansen was fast. Eric Moussambani was slow. That Georgian luger died. Life is hard.

For more details please see the latest post on http://www.clintons42blog.blogspot.com/.

I have blog envy

yeah, if you read his blog, you'll probably never come back to mine.

http://clintons42blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/boldly-going-where-no-review-has-gone.html

a blogging question

Do you think I would be more likely to post regularly, if I did a daily blog instead of weekly?  Would I have even less to say?  I know Clinton's working on a good post clintons42blog.  He does more opinion essays and articles.  Still struggling myself for content and format.  Any suggestions?