Do you remember jump rope in grade school? I was a passionate jumper and can still recall at least a dozen chants AND how to spell M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I and O-H-I-O with my feet while I jumped. I liked to be a turner, and I really really liked red hot Peppers!!! High waters, not so much. The part that DID make me nervous was waiting by the edge of the rope while it went by, went by, went by. My arms would make the rotation movement of the rope as I looked for an opportune time to jump in. If you misjudged, the rope hit your leg, and you were out. After almost 2 months of blogging hiatus, that's how I feel. Like I'm waiting for just the perfect height of the rope, perfect tilt of the planet, perfect timing just after the rope hits the pavement. At the risk of getting a leg whip, I'm just going to jump in. I readily admit that this blog of mine serves really no purpose except to allow me to indulge myself and try and make some order out of the chaos of just living. I wish I had a really smashing excuse for my silence--"All 10 fingers were cut off in a meat carving event run horribly amok!" "The doctor prescribed complete bedrest for my hands due to an unforeseen blood malady that erupted due to lack of rain!" "I took a bet!" "Aliens!! Lots of them with a weird weird agenda!" Actually my best excuse is 6 weeks of computer downtime. I took a smashing trip to the East coast. I went to camp. And I've done more weeding than could possibly be healthy. But I digress. Once I start into the weeds and flies, I know my readers (all 3 of you) nod off...zzzzzz....Wednesday, July 25, 2012
The Prodigal
Do you remember jump rope in grade school? I was a passionate jumper and can still recall at least a dozen chants AND how to spell M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I and O-H-I-O with my feet while I jumped. I liked to be a turner, and I really really liked red hot Peppers!!! High waters, not so much. The part that DID make me nervous was waiting by the edge of the rope while it went by, went by, went by. My arms would make the rotation movement of the rope as I looked for an opportune time to jump in. If you misjudged, the rope hit your leg, and you were out. After almost 2 months of blogging hiatus, that's how I feel. Like I'm waiting for just the perfect height of the rope, perfect tilt of the planet, perfect timing just after the rope hits the pavement. At the risk of getting a leg whip, I'm just going to jump in. I readily admit that this blog of mine serves really no purpose except to allow me to indulge myself and try and make some order out of the chaos of just living. I wish I had a really smashing excuse for my silence--"All 10 fingers were cut off in a meat carving event run horribly amok!" "The doctor prescribed complete bedrest for my hands due to an unforeseen blood malady that erupted due to lack of rain!" "I took a bet!" "Aliens!! Lots of them with a weird weird agenda!" Actually my best excuse is 6 weeks of computer downtime. I took a smashing trip to the East coast. I went to camp. And I've done more weeding than could possibly be healthy. But I digress. Once I start into the weeds and flies, I know my readers (all 3 of you) nod off...zzzzzz....
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6 comments:
Yay! You're back!! We will kill the fatted calf and PARTAY.
Good to see you are still with us!!! I have missed you in your absence. :)
I am glad you are still with us. I missed you in your absence!!! :)
Am anxiously anticipating your upcoming posts.
Anxiously awaiting future posts. Glad your back at it after your somewhat lengthy, yet entirely forgivable absence.
Fabulous analogy! I was re-living the swish of the rope. Jump on in! I can hardly wait!
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