It’s the first day of September, I’m taking stock . . . sort of. Trying to recall blogs I wrote about these past few months without actually reading them all. After all, I’ve written the equivalent of a novella this year. What I remember is . . .
My struggle to give up ironing, a habit ingrained since childhood. Sixth grade to be exact, when I ironed my own uniform blouses each week. The update is that I’m making progress, although I still prefer wearing pressed clothing. But I also like the freed time.
My declining interest in politics, because I don’t want to spend time on things I can do little about . . . except vote. I didn’t watch much of the RNC or the DNC, and I’m not sure about the upcoming “debate.” Which, for the record, isn’t a debate at all.
My gardening. I realized just yesterday, as the season wanes, that all the annuals I bought back in May (and was so proud that they were all planted long before Memorial Day) were in need of regular deadheading. So I’ve spent a ton of extra time in the gardens keeping them looking vibrant. Next year’s criteria to be a garden resident will be that deadheading is not required. Think coleus, impatiens, some types of zinnias. I’ll make an exception for geraniums, because I like them.
I’m sure there have been more than one blog about cooking, reading, and growing old. Probably some on contemporary issues that are not political and one or two about friends (without naming specific names).
The bottom line is there are blogs everywhere, and I rarely lack for inspiration. So you can probably find me here for the rest of the year whenever you want to drop in. For that I say, “Thank you.”
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