Don’t Call it a Comeback

llWhen I look at my blog and it’s one post, I think to myself, “Wow, in October 2015, I was a really an active blogger.” After October 2015, I became a person who pays fees for a website that goes untouched. A person who occasionally thinks to herself, “I like to write. I should do a blog post,” and then says, “Nah” and goes on’s app looking at colonial homes for sale in Vermont. You know the type—the type of house and person.

Even as I type this, I wonder if I will finish it. I have a client coming in thirty minutes, which means I’ll no doubt have to end this incomplete, which means I’ll have to save it, and then it will hang in the corner of my mind next to “fill in the nail holes on the base boards” as something I should do that I’m not.

Despite this, I feel a nudge to do it. If not for blog’s sake for mine. To shake loose the cobwebs and dust from my Facebook, TMZ-numbed brain.

So, I’m back.

As a starting point, let’s catch up bullet-point style on what has happened over the past two years:

  • Vacations
  • Work
  • Overflowing laundry baskets
  • Death
  • Cat death
  • Remodeling
  • Love
  • Anger
  • Contentment
  • Busyness
  • Sadness
  • Guilt
  • Excitement
  • Laughing
  • Netflix
  • Cat adoption (Farmer: “I’ll throw the third one in for free.” Us: “Sounds like a great idea.”)
  • Seasons
  • Making cold lunches

That’s about it.  Now, I know it’s all rather enviable. However, if you keep reading my blogs, perhaps you’ll be able to obtain it. 😉