When I started this blogging journey, I was committed to
writing a new one each week. And even through vacation, first week of school,
new position at work…I’ve been able to maintain that. But this week I’ve hit a
stumbling block otherwise known as writer’s block. Not a good thing when you do
what I do for a living.
So, I have started at least four blogs for this week.
One was on the beauty of this region this time of year. I
find there is nothing more calming than a drive down Belgrade Avenue in lower
North Mankato in the fall. The tree lined streets abloom with rich reds,
yellows and oranges. Trees framing a street with homes exuding so much
character I just want to stop the car, get out and go meet the people residing
in them. I love the scenery there so much, I take that route even if it is “the
long way” home. I know in a couple of days those bright colors will be replaced
with the gray of winter.
Then, I started a blog on the passing of Snickers this past
weekend. Although he was a TINY Siberian Dwarf Hamster, Snickers was a BIG part
of our family. Snickers taught my daughter Grace a lot about responsibility and five days ago,
he taught her a lot about death and losing a loved one. A lesson that was sadly
put into perspective as her classmate’s father lost his battle with cancer
Monday. My aching heart for the Schwartz family prevented me from going further
on that blog.
Finally, I started a blog about karaoke. Despite years of
peer pressure to just try it, I finally did for the first time Friday night,
among a small group of good friends. Friends who did not care if I could carry
a tune or keep a beat. So in my safe and secure environment of the Coop (my
friend’s most awesome man cave!) I sang Red Hot Chili Peppers “Can’t Stop.” And
indeed I couldn’t stop, singing the night away with my small audience of four. Isn’t
it a great feeling to have friends that you are comfortable enough around to
leap out of your comfort zone? I ended the night thinking, “why didn’t I try
that sooner!”
I will not likely be karaoking again anytime soon, but for
that one night I imagined myself as a backup singer for Rick Springfield. No,
he doesn’t really have backup singers per se…but maybe that’s because he hasn’t
heard me yet! Yes, it was getting to be a silly blog so I stopped.
So, I will have to wait until next week to get going…or
should I say blogging…again. This week I just don’t have much to say. Oh wait.
I just did.
If you look close, all three of these short stories have a
theme: time is fleeting, go embrace The Good Life!
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