whaddyamean

When did I stop writing? I did stop writing. It is obvious from the lack of blog action here that I stopped writing. What the heck?! Me, I'm a rambling, meandering, swirling wordy girl. There are stories. or there should be. Whaddyamean it is June?! And I haven't written since the end of April. Sigh.

My world has gotten more and more scheduled. And there has been less and less time for things that are selfish and silly like blogging.

I think we're ready for the mid-summer resolutions. Or perhaps it is time to check in on those resolutions made back in January. Or not. Hm. I'm kinda worried about the kinds of things I promised myself I'd do. Did I promise I'd be keeping my house clean? If so, hahaha, not so much. Well, I've done a grand job of keeping things generally tidy except for the spare bedroom. That place has become the scary blackhole of suckatude. Everything that needs to get out of the way goes into that room. It has become full of papers to file, tools to be put away, projects that are in mid-projectyness. Gak. I'm going to have to go in there. I just know it. and I'm a little afraid.

It has been the summer of not quite summer so far. Lots of cool weather and rain. Whaddyamean it is mid-June? It is 60 degrees and raining and in the 40s at night. This *isn't* summer. I'm pretty sure it is October. And, well, if that was the case I'd be happy because Halloween would be right around the corner. Oohh. Maybe it is time to put up the scary decorations. I think it wasn't that long ago that I took them all down. Maybe I need to come up with some kind of spooky summer zombie holiday. One that celebrates the creepy things that happen in the summer. Hm. What are the creepy things that happen in the summer. Getting stung by a bee. That is a scary summer thing. A BBQ that gets out of control. Scary, but not spooky. And bees are kinda happy. Except killer bees. Killer bees must be pretty darn grumpy. Hm. There must be something spooky about summer. I'm just going to have to keep thinking.

In other news, I've been thinking a lot about my lack of Morocco action this summer. I'm trying to figure out what comes next. I'm still slowly accruing frequent flyer miles. Slowly rebuilding the travel savings fund. And I'm not sure Morocco is where I want to go next. Earlier this week I was at the boyfriend's house and picked up the "teach yourself russian" book on his bookshelf. I got a little ways in and was giggling and giddy at the ease at which I was learning the letters and sounding out words. Eastern Europe could be fun. Maybe Turkey. I loved Turkey when I was there and I'd love to go to Eastern Turkey. So many options. And Italy keeps coming up. And Japan. And India. There is also the idea of just going someplace. I may need to take a road trip to southern colorado. Or Wyoming. Thermopolis. Or Vermont. I think I need to stop dreaming and just pick something and DO.