I Should Have Written a Blog Today, unlike the blog I'm writing. In reality I had the time tonight to do it, but the fact is that I am too pooped to participate in any narrative that requires a mental process beyond free association (I want them to take me away, ha-ha).
Sometimes I run out of gas and this is one of those times. Am I alone or do others have days like mine, when the fingers are willing but the mind is weak?
I should have written a blog today and I wanted to write a blog that would express my intense interest in so many things that I can't even recall, right now, but I awoke at 5 a.m. this morning on deadline at eight area newspapers for which I write a real estate colum.
My mind was truly blank, looking like an artist's gessoed canvas and not unlike it looks right now, when suddenly, out of nowhere, the television show, The Jeffersons, came to mind. I began to hum it's theme song "We're movin' on up, to the east side..." and pretty soon I had a topic. You guessed it, Buying that next dream home; Are you move up ready?
Once I had the idea, the sentences began to form and another column was born. Not bad. And, my editors approved. Then after coffee and a shower, I had to prepare a purchase and sale agreement, make calls, respond to emails, get dressed, show listings, return home to watch The Open Championship", on television, drink a couple of beers, three in reality, then prepare dinner.
After eating, I turned my attention to the AR blogs of others, showing my interest and support, thanking people for following me. I should have written a blog today, but instead I'm writing this vacuous missive to beef up my points with a lame recitation explaining why I didn't write that beautiful, well-crafted blog today. Anyone remember Willie Nelson's song, Ain't it Funny, How Time Slips Away"? Yeah, right on.
I should have written a blog today...unlike the blog I've just written, but I didn't. However, tomorrow is another day.
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