I’m going to be busy for the next 3 months or so. Really busy. But I still want to keep this blog going. So with no time and nothing to talk about except for the anxiety and utter exhaustion I expect to come along with my decision to accept the opportunity to teach a class this semester, you can look forward to posts of utter garbage.
I will not be thinking hard about them. I will not be spell checking. I may not write more than a sentence. Perhaps I will revive my early haiku style, though now I hesitate to revive the drunken haiku style because my web reputation is so important. People will not hire me if they think I get drunk and make up lame haikus to post on my even lamer blog.
I didn’t do a lot of stuff I meant to do. And I didn’t do stuff I would have done if I didn’t think i should have been doing other stuff.
Brian and I road our bikes up the lane to the woods and thought about where it might be possible to build a little bike-able loop trail.
I went to a family picnic where we played a pool version of dodge ball. Apparently my throwing muscles are out of shape because my shoulder is really sore right now. Dodge ball implies rules though. Mainly the rules were… throw stuff at other people. Try to hit them.
I was no longer in the pool at this point. I was out nursing a horrible injury sustained while retrieving pool toys to throw at other people’s heads and faces despite printed instructions suggesting this was a bad idea. I’m just going to post a thumbnail here… you can click through if you want to see the close up gore.
And today it rained. I went to visit my cousin & aunt and uncle for a little while. I found out that he also has freaky migraines sometimes. We discussed freaky migraines and aura and all kinds of other stuff, like melting bread machines.