I answer:
"Talking to my best girlfriend. Baking corn muffins. Eating two of them (that was dinner)...commenting on various blogs I follow and a couple new ones I've found. Answering comments on my blog (the writing blog). Piling dishes into dishwater and then not doing them and telling myself I HAVE to do them and I HAVE to tidy the place up. Reading "Fools Crow"...
and metaphorically wandering around my life like a drunk who has been let out in an unfamiliar neighborhood and has no clue where to go next. Only I haven't been drinking."
PS to myself: Start drinking.
PS to myself: Start drinking.
9 comments:
Much of a muchness.
Ah yes, I often feel much like that...walking on auto-pilot, staggering from one thing to another by ridiculously convoluted routes, etc, etc.
Although I haven't broken anything recently :)
sounds like my kind of evening. baking corn muffins, did you say? I'll bring a bottle.
You know what goes great with corn muffins? Habanero syrup!
Thanks all! Corn muffins all 'round!
Drinks for the muddled and the lost (all of us, that is)...
And DDDDDD! Stop DOING that. Your first comment was hysterical! I was going to tell you, "I think I can take this one down..." I loved your suggested reply about what I was doing (one-armed pushups etc.)
Corn muffins, sounds good. Get the red out and we can wander around arm in arm drunkenly together. I have a vision of Billy Connolly doing his Glasgow Drunk impression in my head now!
Ah, corn muffins... not had one of those since my last visit to North America, and that was a while back! Yum! Funny how we all picked up on those. Sounds like we are one hungry lot. I find myself wandering around my life like this all the time, looking for somewhere to hide generally. Still haven't found it yet.
We're an odd lot, I think. All of us wondering if a map is ever going to turn up.
Interesting H, that more than one person thinks wine and corn muffins go together.
Ariel..If I win the lottery, I'm buying plane tickets for all my blogger friends and we are going to have lots of wine and corn muffins - preferably while situated in some posh hotel in a warm climate. It tickles the hell out of me to think of all of us getting together. And what the heck - it's not like we couldn't take a break from wandering aimlessly, wondering what we're doing here.
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