Welcome to Modge Podge Night. Which translated means I have a whole bunch of pictures to share with you and a few odds and ends of observation, mostly because I can’t get my head out of my butt this week to write what I really want to.
My weeks just keep getting away from me. I always feel like I have time, but it turns out I never do. I’m beginning to question my commitment to writing. Other writers learn to be disciplined and write come hell or high water, and I’m off in the corner taking sunset pictures and playing with my dogs. Or riding my bike. Or reading a book. Or talking someone off a ledge. Or having someone talk me off a ledge.
Maybe I just have too much to do. Too much I want to do. Too overwhelmed with the rest of the things I supposedly HAVE to do. And frankly, I have no idea how to navigate the waters of becoming a published writer, and the energy needed to learn will take me away from my sunsets and reading and biking.
But I feel like a big, fat loser about it sometimes. Like I’m letting my opportunity slip away, and that every blog post should be filled with paragraphs of poetic prose, dripping from the page like the nectar of the gods, to be lapped up and adored by my minions. I mean, fans.
And actually, I have a little bit of an idea on how to get published. It’s called writing. So I keep doggedly at it, sometimes coming up with a gem and sometimes a dud, but just like running a slow 5k – I’m faster than the guy on the couch.
See? Look – I just talked myself off my own ledge.
On that note – here are my last couple of weeks, in pictures.
Instead of running the Bellin this year, I participated in My Team Triumph’s Night of Triumph the night before, with my friends Dawn, Debbie and Doreen. This is a mile long run/walk/bike event for differently abled persons. My friend Joe participated, and his aunt Doo-Doo (Doreen) walked him across the finish line.
We had a surprise visitor on Father’s Day. Richard the Digger guy, who came to destroy the dirt pile out back. Probably an odd day to pick, but we weren’t about to turn him away. As it was, he only got it “mostly” graded before the weather took over. We are anxiously waiting for him to return and finish the job. Keeping our fingers crossed it won’t be the Labor Day.
I think the day before that, we did the Ride for Nature in Door County. Meg was going to do 25 and Kay and I were going to do 50. Somehow, we sweet talked Meg, and we all did 42. Beautiful, well-spent day.
In our daily walks with our freaky four-legged hairy toddlers, we usually have at least one walk on the trail that goes around the neighborhood. Last Sunday, we ran across this mama snapper trying to lay her eggs in peace. I remember being surrounded by interns, nurses and doctors during my first birthing experience. Why should a turtle have it any different? So I rudely snapped a picture or two while she grumbled about never letting me touch her again.
My last bike ride had me frequently jumping off my seat to snap wild flower pictures. They turned out pretty cool if I do say so myself.
This next picture is from Red River County Park. I liked how the section of tree is falling into the river.
After I got home, my husband snagged me into helping him with mowing and weed whacking down by the pond. I was a virgin weed whacker up to this point, and it took me a while to get the hang of it. Now I’m an expert weed whacking hoe (pun intended).
Besides the ten billion gnats, mosquitoes, and bay flies, we also have fire flies! That pretty much makes up for my bug bite covered limbs. We also have ten billion baby toads running around (this is only a slight exaggeration). They are fast little buggers and it was hard to get a picture of one, but I managed it. He’s in the pic below the fire fly – see if you can find him!
And to end – a few more sunset pictures. Because, well, sunsets. You know?
And finally, a picture of Duke, because, like sunsets, the world just can’t get enough. Well, maybe the world can, but apparently I can’t.
See ya –