Sorry about the mess… I still haven’t unpacked yet.
After all, it has been a busy morning.
Taking advantage of my employer’s gracious offer of time-off to celebrate our past and present Presidents, I have taken the time to move my soon-to-expire TypePad blog here to WordPress because, well, it is free here. Besides, given the frequency of posts I put up, the nominal charges TypePad was levying for their services were becoming murderous when examined on a dollar-per-post basis.
Despite the best plans of getting this little project off the ground, it is just past noon and I have but a few words put to paper.
I woke up late this morning, still groggy from yesterday’s long day of snowbiking in Summit County. (For the curious, it is what you may imagine it to be; a bike with skis for wheels.)
I had slept in as late as I could before I had to get up to let the dog out. That was followed by a furtive effort at convincing Sierra that sleeping later was a brilliant idea. Failing that, I took her for a run behind my bike. I get strange looks from the neighbors for this practice, as though I were a lazy person or someone who is torturing a cute, little puppy. From my perspective, I am just keeping things fair. After all, mechanical advantage exists for a reason. She has too much energy, and I have gears. A match made in heaven.
At any rate, after the ride/run, I put Sierra outside while I cook beakfast. A tasty egg-cheese and ham sandwich later, I let her back in as she is whining outside the back door. Sierra makes one lap around the living room, sniffs the kitchen floor and goes back to whine at the inside of the back door. Out she goes.
Half an hour later, I come to my senses and stop surfing aimlessly around on Google News. Having become sufficiently depressed at the state of our world, I am resolved to do something about it. I pick up my brain which has dribbled out onto the table as a result of the pointless web surfing. Time to let people know what I think about stuff.
I set up the laptop in the office and get everything situated. This is going to be a great day of blogging, writing and generally solving the problems of the world from my desk as I look out at the mountains. The dog is whining at the back door.
I go downstairs to let her back in. Sierra races up to the office, sniffs around the baseboards and gets a strange look on her face. The ears go down and the tail goes up. She runs out of the room past my grasp and throws up on the stairs. I yell angry words and grab for her collar to lead her out the back door again. She slips the hold, darts down the stairs, ducks under the piano and repeats the whole performance. More angry words. Out she goes.
After cleaning up the mess, letting the dog back in, logging back in to the computer, waiting for system updates to load, restarting the computer again and getting some water, I am ready to start writing.
Man, I am hungry…
Time for lunch.
Now, that’s a day I do not envy. Nice pad. I like the feel. Looks cool, modern, and makes you look…smart? Just thought I’d stop by and have a look. Now, let’s go change the world.
I remember you commenting on having a new blog, so I looked it up. Too bad the swingy birchy one met its untimely demise(pronounced like ‘valise’).
Hopefully you’ll post slightly more often than once ever. Your Sierra story, and having just finished reading Hemingway’s ‘A Moveable Feast,’ has been stirring my thoughts.
I’ve been wondering(and Google-searching): Where are all the writers of our generation? Do we even have any? Will the blog replace the novel?
So, in short, keep writing!