I've come to realize that I'm the world's worst blogger.
I really am ok with it.
Is there an award for that?
I'm giving it to myself.
I mean - I start a story - and never finish it -
I start things like the "Pink Chicken Revolution" and then never speak of it for a year -
I have the best of intentions, I truly do.
Life just keeps getting in the way.
We came home from camping a day early.
It was HOT. Like 102 with a heat index of 110.
There was no sleeping to be had.
I tried to sleep the second night out on a vintage chaise lounge, right outside of the camper.
It didn't work.
MY towels were disheveled on the line and I just didn't care.
Bring on the foil.
I couldn't care.
Camping is a fall activity.
So let it be written, so let it be done.
It's Monday am at 5:53am and I have 19 roosters serenading me, and the entire neighborhood.
I may also be the world's worst neighbor.
Today's blog will be short and pointless.
Please reference the first sentence of this post.
|At "Art in the Garden" at Gardens on the Prairie yesterday with my friend Laura Snyder.|
I just bought that super cute hat!
I feel like the old Jayme is rearing her lovely head again.
I have a list.
It's now 5:55am and I'm heading out to the garden as soon as I hang the sheets on the line.
I have to say - I think I'm more comfortable with this Jayme. I have to blend the two - the new carefree Jayme - and the old Nazi Jayme.
I'm completely renovating the garden.
I gave away two trunkloads of perennials yesterday.
I sold my loom.
I feel driven.
I got the cutest new pair of glasses you ever did see - pick them up in a week.
Aaron shan't be testing for the GED until August 15th and 16th - so please adjust your prayer and fasting schedules.
It's too light out to be up and on the Interweb.
"Ve must get to vork!"