I am still recovering from our big graduation weekend which, by the way, was TONS of fun. Family came from all over the country to help, and believe me, they helped. Especially when the skies opened up about 15 minutes before the big party, dumping a huge amount of rain in just a few minutes. Everyone pitched in, wiping down tables and chairs, throwing tablecloths in the dryer, setting up food. It was amazing.
(That's me with the graduate right before the party.)
As soon as the last guests left my house yesterday, I headed off to jury duty. Not much to say about that other than as much as I love me some HGTV, five hours straight of it in a room full of strangers made me want to paint my walls black and curl up in a corner and cry. By about 10 a.m. I thought I would die of boredom right then and there in the jury waiting room, but by 2 p.m. there was almost going to be trouble. Thankfully, around 2:15, they announced that none of us
I was hoping to get some good blog fodder out of my experience, but other than listening to the very, very sick woman across the room cough all day, and watching people sleep or read, there wasn't much to write home about. All in all, jury duty was a bust. But stay tuned . . . they could call me up again in a year.
Today I'm just trying to find myself in the laundry. Another not-so-fun activity to blog about.
Other than that, I got nothin'. Nothin' at all. My brain is tired, even at the beginning of summer, and I got nothin' to blog about.
So, I'm in desperate need of help. What would you like me to write about in the next couple of weeks? I am behind on a couple of book reviews, so you'll probably see those, but aside from that, it's anybody's guess as to what I'm going to say.
Ideas, people! I need ideas! Help a girl out and give me something to do.
And in the meantime, read this. I was going to blog about the umpire who blew the perfect game last week, but time got away from me and it didn't happen. And then I read this article by Peggy Noonan and, well, she just says it so much better than I would have anyway. (Just in case you didn't know, Peggy is my writing idol. That woman can turn a phrase like none other. And make it seem effortless in the process. *sigh*)
So go read Peggy's article.
And then come back and tell me what you'd like to hear about from me this summer.