“Hey guys, Duke peed in my room,” said my little boy at god knows what hour of the night.
I got out of bed and cleaned up dog pee.
Now one would think it was not a great way to start the day, and really it’s not, but the thing is, when it comes right down to it, it is not a big deal. It’s only dog pee.
My dryer broke last night. The damn thing is almost 15 years old. No big loss and I knew it was coming, but now I am tasked with buying a new one. My washer is even older than the dryer and still working, but it’s only a matter of time before that’ll fail on me too. I told my husband last night we need to buy a new washer/dryer this weekend, because even though I enjoy going to the laundry mat to wash dog beds and comforters on an occasion, I am not up for weekly trips there. I went last night to dry the load that I was about to put in the dryer.
Since January I have been writing a TON through a class I took, journaling, emailing, writing group, etc. The writerly part of my brain has been busy and full and well-exercised. Most of the writing I have done has been scheduled too. I’ve been on an ambitious ride and it’s been fruitful.
But now… but now…
When I walked into the kitchen this morning the microwave clock stared back at my and read 5:00.
Huh?!?!? I thought, all bleary-eyed.
But yes, it was 5 in the morning. I have no idea why I was up at that hour. I thought certain my alarm had gone off, the alarm set for 6 a.m. Nope. I must be hearing or imagining things.
No surprises there.
So I am up and I guess I’ll stay up. I have wanted to update this blog for a while now, and with the extra time this morning, I hope I can pump out something worth posting.
I saw that line on a church marquee yesterday — “April is the promise that May will keep.”
The temp outside is 36 degrees with snow flurries in the forecast. This isn’t entirely abnormal. Seems like there are always a few cold days in early spring.
On the 19th I finished a 10-week online class called, Writing the Personal Essay. I walked away from the class with three 3,500 word essays, and I’m exhausted. I took last week ‘off’ to rest and figure out where to channel my writing next. I’m flying in circles with the loss of a directional tool.
To put it mildly, I’ve had ‘issues’ with my Dad in the past.
But on December 30, 2016 as he and I talked on the phone about the new year, he said to me, “Robin you are on a new train with a new conductor.”