I started Tuesday morning ruminating about Twitter – it’s a new little endeavor I’m fiddling with. Got to keep up with the social media Joneses, you know.
Over night, I’d been un-followed. Which, if you’re the Dali Lama or Ashton Kutcher, is not such a big deal. But when you go from nine to eight followers, you kind of notice these things. And it stings. A little.
Was it something I
I then jumped to Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving!
Yes, a holiday that’s a whole 7 months away. See, we talked to the Poop Heads – the Seattle in-laws – Monday night, and just before signing off, Milady Poop Head mentioned her kids were interested in an Arch Cape Thanksgiving with the Bermtopian branch of the family!
As soon as we hung up, I went into full beach alert, e-mailed the property management company we used at Christmas to see if the two houses RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET FROM EACH OTHER were available.
And they are! I’m ordering the turkey this afternoon.
That got me thinking about Ben -- well, of course, because he gets to go the beach. Keep up with me here, people!
We had a rousing morning in park, meeting up with Miz Cricket, Kona the Austalian shepherd, Westies Blue and Dolly (I think that’s her name) and Vic the golden. Good Time Charlie, the park goof dog, also made an appearance but later wandered off, confounded (and a bit disappointed, I think) at all the good dog behavior that was going on. I kicked myself for not taking pictures, but I’m still a little reticent about photographing other people’s dogs. Kinda like a perfect stranger jumping in and snapping pics of a little girls' pool party. Creeeeeeeeepy.
I have this vision of me murmuring, as I bring out the camera, "So, I write this blog. . . ." and people ripping off their coats, covering their pups and hissing "Nooo-oooooo," back-pedaling away as quickly as possible.
About lunchtime, Trader Joe's popped into my head. I was thinking about dinner. And I hadn't even tackled my uber deluxe romaine salad.
I made a shopping list. And a mental note to uncover the brunnera when I got home because its sweet little blue flowers are starting to bloom.
That's just the way I roll.
Throughout this all, I actually worked. I am a pretty amazingly awesome (albeit sometimes distracted) productive employee. I banged out the weekly newsletter, made MANY updates to our websites, answered at least 1,000 e-mails (mostly politely), survived a monthly staff meeting, committed to a couple of projects I will probably regret in the future, looked out the window, saw sun and warmth, and went for a long walk. . . . because there's nothing but rain mixed with snow in the forecast for the rest of the week.
|Beautiful downtown Bermtopia|
Welcome to the world we call. . . my head.
Very sincerely yours,
|Mrs. Bird Brain|
P.S. Note to self: Schedule exorcism for next Tuesday.