At some point yesterday, I had the best idea for a blog post. Had a headline and everything. It was brilliant.
And I said to myself, eh, don’t worry, I don’t need to write it down, it’s so good, I’ll remember it!
Surprise twist that won’t surprise anyone: I did not remember it.
It’s funny how some ideas can come through so clearly, so crystalline, it seems impossible that you’d forget them. And yet they vanish, a vague imprint where something solid and bright once was.
You’d think I’d have learned by now, no matter how certain I am I’ll remember the idea, I need to write it down.
Strangely, it seems to be a phenomenon largely centered around ideas.
And grocery lists. Always the grocery lists. What is it with grocery lists? Why is there always that one item you endlessly forget? And then I tend to forget what it was until I realize I forgot it again.
My mind is a steel trap. Except for the holely bits.
Off into Monday, the post I thought I’d do not the post I’ve done, but posted nonetheless. Have an awesome day.
Not in a definitive frame of mind today. Do I want to blog?
Make inroads in those pesky pesky projects lurking just beyond this blog in the pile of words yet unwritten?
Chuck it all in and feed a different part of my brain all together today?
The one thing I do not want to do today is marinate in the awful goings-on of the world. Just today.
There’s a constriction in ambivalence, the narrowing of roads when a decision is made. Wait long enough, and sometimes the decision is made for you.
Regardless, it’s Monday, and Monday it will do. Have a great one.
It sure is Monday. This feels like the Mondayist of Mondays.
It’s not bad out, it’s pretty in that whispery, silvery-blue way, but I had to retype the start of that sentence because my fingers were on the wrong keys. So yeah, Monday.
And the start of July. Wow.
I think I need more caffeine in my life. My sleep and my nerves disagree, but maybe we can work something out.
There’s always tea, right?
It was a quiet weekend, yesterday I found an Australian show on Prime called “Spirited” and though only the first season is available, loved it. It’s weird and entertaining and it has Super Hans and if you don’t know who Super Hans is you’re clearly lacking in your British television department.
(He’s from “Peep Show.” It’s this very cringey-yet-funny comedy. I think it’s on Hulu.)
So I have to disengage from lazy mode and try to get focused. Have a great Monday.
Don’t mean to shock you, but it’s gray again today. Heavy clouds and maybe rain and not nearly July at all.
So difficult to believe this year is half-through, but the calendar proves it. Slow-moving disasters sure fly by in retrospect.
It’s quiet, though, not much traffic, and what I hear is hushed, like the cars are also waiting for the rain.
It’s a good day for writing.
I got out this weekend, Saturday was beautiful, and went to the Chicago Botanic Garden. For some reason I looked at it like a person visiting from somewhere else, and took in how sweeping the gardens are, how vast, how varied. What a gorgeous place.
The break was good. I haven’t looked at my photos yet, though. I should probably do that. I don’t think I got anything spectacular, but we’ll see.
So a’Mondaying we shall go. Hope you have a wonderful one.
Sometimes I wonder if we’re a little unfair to Monday. I mean, there it is, just doing its Monday thing, getting the week going after a weekend of inertia.
It’s got to be a rough gig.
No one ever says “Thank goodness it’s Monday!” It doesn’t have restaurants named after it, there are no Twitter trends with “yay” right in the name.
“Monyay” doesn’t have the same ring.
But Mondays do bring with them a unique gift: a new start, each and every week. Even if the official start of the week is Sunday.
See how a day could get grumpy?
Let’s try to embrace the Mondayness of it all, and make it a real sleeve-roller-upper.
Have a great Monday.
Monday really came at me this morning. First I couldn’t get my workout to stream, then I discovered a tub of guacamole had fallen out of the fridge…last night.
Then a jar of spaghetti sauce decided it couldn’t live without the guacamole, and IT took a dive. There was glass.
I knew I didn’t feel like getting out of bed this morning.
My Roomba apparently feels the same way, it seems pretty dedicated to staying under the couch.
Now that’s a full-on Monday. I’m hoping we can reach a truce.
Overall it was a relaxing, quiet weekend, so I guess it’s only fair? It probably isn’t, but I’m working on that truce thing. See?
And right on cue, the Roomba distress signal. It’s wedged under the farthest reaches of the sofa. I’m going in.
If I’m not back by tomorrow, send in a team.
Have as good a Monday as is humanly possible.
Somehow my #AccountaClub post from Friday never published. I assume that was due to your typical, run-of-the-mill computer gremlins and not due to anything I did.
Couldn’t have been me.
I got outside a bit on Friday at the Botanic Gardens, and the poppies were up and blooming. It was relatively hot but lovely, and so nice to get away from the constant barrage of information.
Did the same for much of the weekend, though now I’m back to full informational overload. It’s a bright day today, somewhere between cloudy and sunny with those thin, thin clouds it’s sometimes tough to tell from pale blue sky, and it’s unusually quiet.
And I don’t mind.
Onward we go to plow through Monday. Have a productive one.