A pause in the proceedings.
What I haven’t said is that, in the rush to establish a source of grocery income for my impending retirement/foray into fixed and inadequate income, I’ve managed to land a couple of gigs teaching beadwork for the Mary Black Gallery this fall. Pending enrollment quotas. This means, come October, I could be working a six day week. Before June, which is when the Gallery’s brochure goes out, I have to produce photos and large quantities of written words for them. (That last sentence was a whole long detailed paragraph a minute ago - and you have been saved by the delete key.)
Essentially, since I made the initial decision to retire, and since I briefly experienced the relief of looking forward to less stressful circumstances, I have managed to expand my stress levels to previously unimagined size. I am busier than a one-legged man in an ass kicking contest. I did the math. It was obvious that I will not be rising at noon and eating breakfast in bed upon retirement. Or eating breakfast at all, really. So I got busy. Very busy.
Unfortunately (for those who come here), I have not stopped blogging. No. Stopping blogging while I’m trying to accomplish 582 tasks in a day would have been the reasonable thing to do. It’s obvious why that died in the water, isn’t it? It would have been sensible.
And the quality of my writing would have been less abysmal when I did write, if I waited until I was actually breathing. There would not have been photographs with vines over my face and long discussions about nothing. Or, I like to think, there would have been more articulate discussions of nothing.
So, I’m going to swear off for a few days. Any minute now.
And when you find a new entry (I lie to myself on a pathological level, you realize), it will be beautifully, carefully written. There will be content. And live verbs. Fabulous metaphors. Deep meaning. Profound insight. Or excellently written crap.
Like I said. Pathological.
You are all very kind, you know. To have commented and kept reading in spite of the slumping standards and hysteria.
See you soon. I’ll still be reading you all of course!
9 comments:
Welcome to my world... that is, it was my world until last Saturday. I will wave as you buzz by like a bee on a caffine binge.
Personally, I thought the vine-covered face was a charming novelty, and that wardrobe topic is worthy of meme-ification. Well, what I'm trying to say is, your crap is always excellently written. And even if it wasn't, well, maybe some of us would still come by, you know, just to poke fun. Heck, I suppose we could do that even if you don't post...
you're beginning to remind me of one of my all time favorite t-shirt slogans...let's put the fun back into dysfunctional...I think that may describe you to a T...:)
it's one of the reasons I keep coming back and reading and looking forward to your newest entry!
Now don't go getting all perfectionist on us, LJ. I've loved the recent posts ....
But there is a lot of it about, blogger burnout and I fully understand what you are doing. Take the time you need.
In my vain efforts to get a blog/life/work balance I am finding I have to limit blog reading as much as I do blog writing. In the last few days I have opened a Bloglines account which I think will help with this ..
The whole thing is addictive. We need an Anonymous group :-).
you're too hard on yourself - your standards have always been impeccable! Sounds like the beading classes could be a great way to supplement income and spread the joy of a delightful craft to others.
Do I get points for knowing (or thinking that I am knowing) this pole?
I have wanted to take some snaps of it in the morning more than a few times - you know, around 7AM in the summer when the sun has just come up it peeks through the holes in the leaves and makes things just feel nicer.
--String
Oh you get points. I cribbed it from Google images - much as I'd like to take credit. I thought I'd continue the "vine" theme.
My cousin says retirment means never having a day off.
Your cousin is apparently correct, Z.
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