I’m back. After nearly a month of silence, I’m back to this beloved blog. It wasn’t a planned hiatus, it was the little things that became bigger things and I hit a writer’s block the size of Montana.
Shortly after my last post I was sidelined by what I thought was a cold. Just a little inconvenience, a few days of a sore throat and I’d be over it. It turned into a three week saga where everything made me cough: talking, walking, sitting, standing, eating, even sleeping. My youngest son said I woke him up during the night because I was coughing. It became what I did–with no energy for anything else. I am going to be really good from now on because I know there’s a chamber in hell waiting for me if I stray into evil–I’ll be sent to the Coughing Room.
Most of my time was spent coughing on the couch with the bad dogs looking at me and I’m sick of their beady faces. They loved it though and quickly came to believe that any food I ate was OUR FOOD because in my debilitated state, I gave them most of it anyway.
Now I’m trying to retrain their greedy brains. My food is not OUR FOOD but they won’t be convinced. The only thing they don’t like is pistachios. I found that out when I lined up all the smug little pistachios I couldn’t open on the low living room table. They stayed lined up…untouched by the terriers…the one food on the planet I know they won’t eat.
There has been a ton of this:which has drained my inspiration for writing. Everyone is drained by shoveling, snow boots, heavy jackets, navigating one-lane streets and trying to walk on un-shoveled sidewalks and around house-sized snow banks.
I’m taking another writing class in Boston but we’ve only had one class so far–tonight’s class is cancelled again due to snow. Funny how the cancellations are causing me to dream those crazy dreams I used to have in college: I’m supposed to take a test for a class I never went to, I’m walking around a campus I don’t recognize looking for my classroom and my favorite: sitting in a classroom in my underwear.
So that’s the scoop. I’m back, clad in several more layers over my underwear, barely coughing, trying to write and managing to keep most of MY FOOD to MYSELF. I have no idea when this epic winter will end. Instead of wailing about another snow storm, I try to look at it like that’s one more done…and then I start wailing.
Here are a few things that give me hope: My good friend Maaaaaahhhhk who told me to write again, the Red Sox spring training calendar showed up on my Yahoo side bar, a couple of cardinals have found the bird feeder and I’m so looking forward to these two things when the snow melts: