I haven’t been a good blogger lately. My life seems humdrum, so I have nothing to say. That’s not a complaint—I enjoy a quiet life. But it seems all I’ve done is go to doctors and physical therapy, with an occasional trip to the grocery store thrown in. Not the stuff of riveting blogs. Today I went to physical therapy, and it absolutely wore me out—which I take is a good sign. Tonight I took two giggly, weird nine-year-old boys to dinner at the Old Neighborhood Grill. They elected to sit at the far end of the table, and I think the adults were most glad.
Maybe I’m just in a humdrum mood but I eagerly awaited the State of the Union address, rushed the boys through an earlier dinner than usual, and then found it less than riveting. It just didn’t live up to all the hype that had preceded it. Maybe it was because I only listened with half an ear.
Why do we think there has to be something exciting every day? Something blog worthy? Maybe it’s okay to go along quietly enjoying the days. Life can’t always be lived at the high peak. It’s just that I trapped myself into this blogging every day mode. So if I miss a day, please excuse me.
Tomorrow may be better. I have interesting lunch and dinner dates.