I have been in a funk. Not a huge one, but one large enough to prevent me from blogging. I know that I should be blogging about something cheery but I can’t quite crank that out yet. I also have been thinking a lot about whether or not to continue this blog. What purpose does this blog serve? Entertainment for my family and a select few of my friends? If I end it, I am going out with a bang with such heady topics as Note of Apology to Clarence Thomas and an Open Letter to Barak Obama Regarding The Use of Hyphens.
After recovering from the flu, I started back to my exercise regime last week with a personal trainer, Sammy. Sammy kicks my behind. I have had 6 sessions with Sammy and after each one, I am in bed by 8 p.m., usually asleep by 8:45. My children run amok during this time. If the homework is not done early enough, forget about parental help. It has not helped the blogging either. My brain is busy directing my muscle recovery.
Thanksgiving was celebrated last Saturday because Mr. Understanding was in Singapore and my children had school on that date. My turkey, from the St. Regis again this year, was good but the rest of the items were foul looking. Bea Long and all the other yahoos contributed greatly to the meal, which was fab. Until we got to my pumpkin pie. The crust actually worked this year and I used those cute William-Sonoma pastry cutters my sisters gave me to great effect. After the first bite, however, it was evident I had forgotten to add sugar. Unforgiveable, to waste 3 cans of coveted canned pumpkin. So that put me in a bad mood.
Yesterday was Thing 3’s 10th birthday. I no longer have children in the single digits, no more babies. This put me in a sad mood. But she is a joyful, joyful soul so I cannot remain down for long.
A large coffee company, the one Klab works for, kept my husband in a business meeting in HK for too long today and he missed his flight home. I will be at the Paulaner Kris Kringle Mart this evening, quaffing glugwein and shopping to drown my sorrows. For Radish readers, she has a good blog post on the dopamine effects of shopping. I commented at length.
December 17 will be Poppy’s 70th birthday, so for sure I will be blogging that day. I hope to get something out which is more in the spirit sometime soon. In the meantime, HAPPY 40TH WILD BILL!!!!