So, dear friend “K” says that I owe no explanations for an absence that defies explanation. She says the fact that the Darling Boy lived through the last several weeks is “good” enough. This is indeed the truth, as he was found one fine afternoon to be removing fingernail polish with bleach, and almost burned the house down. Twice.
But I say you all deserve at least a bit of a something for your steadfast nagging (you know who you are!). So here’s a list of some of the things I “did” in my absence:
- Raised $425.00 for the Northwest Multiple Sclerosis Society
- Walked to raise awareness for MS
- Held several “Soup for You(p)’s” (yes, I know, this one’s just me partying with my pals, but STILL!)
- Picked up garbage (okay, it was garbage that the neighborhood dogs had dug out of my own cans, but STILL!)
- Planted more trees in the “open space” (alright, the trees might have died before I planted them, due to neglect, but STILL!)
- Didn’t kill my child (not necessarily something I "did", but STILL!)
- Watched 25 hours of Twin Peaks (I just threw this in to see if you were paying attention).
As for today?
Day 34 of One Thousand Days? Well, that's obvious, isn't it? I wrote an entry! Pretty good, eh? Maybe one of the best things I’ve done so far? Okay. I can see by the look in your eyes and the raspberry you’re blowing at me that you’re not buying it. But really I had to just get back on the horse, so there it is. Me. Slug. Day 34 is an acknowledgement of all things slimy and slinking and slurping and slug-like. Which is to say, that it’s an apology to all 23 of my stalwart companions on this journey of One Thousand Days. You people make my day (whether it's One of One Thousand or any of the other nameless days), and it’s short shrift indeed that I’ve been so flaky.
34 down, 966 to go.
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