>> Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Last night I was haunted by some lack-of-Christmas-blogging ghosts. I dreamed that my favorite jeweler was moving to a new location directly across the street from my home. I asked her if I could write about her move in my blog. She responded with disdain, informing me that blogging isn't likely to reach much of an audience - at least my blog isn't - and she would appreciate it if I refrained from posting about her. I then went dejectedly back home, where my four foster children were hanging out. (No idea where my subconscious mind came up with them.) I then asked the oldest, who was a girl of about 16, if she minded if I blogged about her. She gave me an eye-rolling, she's-so-unhip expression, and informed me that blogspot is so 2000, and if I wanted to write about her I'd have to find a more cool medium for expression.
Telling people one's dreams is the ultimate in egotism* - my apologies. But I surmise that I am suffering some guilt pangs for not having posted anything lately. Have I mentioned yet my recovering Catholic, overdeveloped sense of guilt? That, and apparently I have some deep-seated feelings of blogger inadequacy, but nevermind.
Truth to tell, after the miserably frantic bustle of the first three weeks of December, I've been enjoying the holiday time more than usual. I have spent an inordinate amount of time in the last few days doing this:
- I am absurdly pleased with my dogs, who spent the entirety of Christmas day sleeping. I believe I've mentioned before that they seldom hold still, particularly when there's company. They didn't even beg at the dinner table! No, I did not sedate them with bendryl, although I have certainly considered doing that before. Could it be that they are slowing down, now that they are approaching their 4th birthday?