Once upon a time my writing streak was up to 831 consecutive days, when I attempted to fix a post that wasn’t uploading properly due to a higher than usual number of photos, and my streak was cut down to 130 days because that was how long I had left the post to languish before attempting to fix it, thus cutting my streak down to nothing. I was pissed. I was fuming. So took my last Florida/Disney trip off from writing as a vacation and came back and picked it up again. Now here i am a year later and my streak is going strong once more. Not that a year is anything to smirk at, but my last big stretch covered the May 2-4 Jericho storm & resulting 26 hour power outage, also having COVID, and various other difficult situations. I was trying to reach three years, and missed it by that much! Oh well. It honestly only really kicked off because COVID was here, we were all isolated, lonely, and scared and I started to write really short micro sized semi-fictional short stories. I had THE best year for readership and views during that time. I have not managed to come within 2/3rds of those numbers since. Mainly because I write drivel like this, and about the weather, instead of making new creative stories. I had one about some killers that I thought was interesting, but I can’t find it, and I think about adding to that story line a fair bit. But I also want to play my guitar more, and spend more time sculpting, and doing paid work, and making wood based projects in my garage shop, and cleaning slash purging junk from the house, and painting miniatures or building war gaming terrain from scratch. Instead I putter about on my phone while I wait for work emails, or I spend my time doing Domestic Duties around the house. I’m my own worst enemy.
So here we are 365 days completed once again. It feels good. Sun is out, and I think we have seen the very last of the snow and flurries for the season. Pretty soon I will have to break out the lawn mower, and the hoses, and patio furniture and get to living life outdoors again. I can also pack away the long johns for a few months! Even better.
Thursday before the ultra long weekend. Girls are going to a Frog Symposium tonight so they should really enjoy that. It’s an hour away, and then 90 minutes long, so that should occupy them for nearly four hours this evening. Just me and the dog here tonight then. I foresee more long walks in my near future. Perhaps into the cemetery? Or over to the school? I don’t know, the world is my oyster.
Next week is a short week for the kids too. Here’s hoping we have enough activities available to keep them occupied, and engaged so as to not fight constantly the whole time. I had hoped to take a daddy daughter day and walk them through Square One and have lunch, and maybe catch a movie on Friday, but those plans were squashed in favour of helping the farm clean up after all the maple syruping done earlier this spring. I’m sure my youngest will love that. Washing buckets, spials, lids and hoses for the weekend. Washing, drying, stacking, and putting them up into the rafters on their shelves. It’s a long and tedious process. All hands on deck!
I need to check some emails, so happy Thursday. Ciao Bella!
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