Beware The Hellevator
Whilst busily occupied trying to convince the Middle Child that life is worth living via many trips to the mall, the movies, the munchie-factories and the mental doctor, and casually inserting comments into countless conversations regarding unrequited love such as “dying by your own hand is WRONG and BAD and worse yet, STUPID, because if you were to do that, you would go straight to Hell via the "Hellevator” (thanks Big Guy for the cool new word---coming soon to a dictionary near you!) (which of course I don’t believe is true when you are young and your brain chemistry is addled but I am heartily invested in making sure she believes it because DUH!) I have been thinking about blogging. Or more precisely, not blogging.
Perhaps a few of you have noticed that I haven’t been around. Like, at all. So, no, it’s not just you I haven’t been visiting (just in case you were feeling personally rejected). I have a lot of anxiety about blogging and coupled with this malfunctioning thyroid thing and the Middle Child thing and plain ol’ being run ragged, I just haven’t had the time or energy or brain-power to blog. However, I realize I have left some of you hanging with the Situation around here so I just wanted to assure you that all of us here at Dunhaven Place are still amongst the land of the living.
Meanwhile, I miss you all so much! I hope to be blogging again just as soon as the MC is out of danger. And my book is finished and my thyroid is functioning and I finish planting my flowers in the yard. And I paint my trellises.
And I mail the stuff people won in the contest in APRIL.
And the dishes. I really ought to do think about doing those . . .(so don’t hold your breath—unless, of course, you live here, in which case it’s pretty much the only way to get through the kitchen without passing out . . .)
P.S. I wrote 4,100 words on Miss D Two on Tuesday. Is it weird that it makes me feel slightly dirty?