My brain cells are on overload. Yet, I don't have anything I feel like writing about except to say that as the one year anniversary of the Flaurella blog draws near, there will probably be some big changes made around here.
My blog was a promise to myself, for my own enjoyment and to see if I could come up with something vaguely interesting about which to write, five days per week every single Monday through Friday for one year, come hell or high water. I kept that promise to myself blogging all but 14 days over the last year, excepting a little vacation when I was away from all computers plus a couple of sick days when my eyes swelled up, went whacko and I couldn't see to type.
The last two weeks, I only wrote Monday through Thursday. Taking Friday's off two weeks in a row was a treat as well as an experiment. It's the old hand in the bucket theory. When you take your hand out of the bucket, the hole fills right up and neither the bucket nor the water notices that anything is different. Amen to that.
In the next two weeks, I will be re-evaluating this blog, what it means to me and whether or not to continue it. If I do continue, I may keep Flaurella and write less frequently but start another blog where I can say what I really think. Bwahahaha! And no, I won't tell anyone the name of the new blog if I start another. Anonymity would prove a joy to me. I am a traditional southern lady but what's to stop me from letting loose my evil twin? It could prove liberating.
Anyway, I'll be thinking about a list of things I have learned in the last year as the one year anniversary of Flaurella draws near this month. I'll also try to deal with some lifestyle changes that are coming my way.... or not.
My mother just smiled down on me when I wrote, "whatever." When I was an impatient teenager, I must have said "whatever" to my mother fifty-eleven times a day. I just didn't have time to listen or explain or "whatever." I know better now, Mother. I hope I know better.
Good grief. Little Miss Maudlin needs another toonie.
Here's a picture I took that makes me smile. I like the way the apple seeds are peeking out of the slits. Even a slice of apple has its secrets and that, I assure you, has nothing to do with anything.