The trip to Dallas is over and becoming a soft glow in my "been there, done that" memory. The High Tea at the church is over and done. The tea cups are clean and packed away down in the church basement. I have bought "crumpet rings" for the next endeavor. First Church Preschool had graduation last night and I cooked 18 pounds of pasta for them. All my company has departed and Patty is back in Lakin. Last night I went to bed at 9:00 and did not turn over until 5:30 this morning. Sadly the worlds smartest mouse is still alive and well in my kitchen. Thank you Icarus! Life is returning to mundane here on South Road, which means I must return to my blogging. That is a chore I really look forward to and enjoy most of the time.
So welcome to my world, writers block! Normally I wake up in the middle of the night thinking about something and it winds up being on my blog the next morning, but when life is too full, my writing takes a back seat. I have not had an original thought that did not involve a scone, a pot of tea, or a room full of ladies in their finery for a few weeks. A time or two I flashed on something, but it was quickly replaced by thoughts of a hot stove, a full oven and jars of lemon curd and clotted cream.
So welcome to my world, writers block! Normally I wake up in the middle of the night thinking about something and it winds up being on my blog the next morning, but when life is too full, my writing takes a back seat. I have not had an original thought that did not involve a scone, a pot of tea, or a room full of ladies in their finery for a few weeks. A time or two I flashed on something, but it was quickly replaced by thoughts of a hot stove, a full oven and jars of lemon curd and clotted cream.
Life goes on.
This blog has suffered and The World is not My Home and my mossy little room over on that blog has really suffered. I need to reread that so I can carry on where that one left off if I find my notes on that. In the meantime, I did start the tiller yesterday and made a few passes in the garden spot. The ground was too dry to do much good, so I watered and will try it again today. Hopefully, I will wake up in the middle of the night thinking about where I left off and carry on from there. I can only hope. In the meantime, send me good thoughts and I will get something done today, even if it is wrong!
PEACE!
1 comment:
It was a treat to follow your Facebook posts as you traveled, and nice to know that you came back home safe and sound. The High Tea fundraiser was amazing; I'm happy to have had a small part in making it such a success. I promise to do more next time if you permit me. You are an inspiration for me on many levels. Any writing you do is a gift to family, friends and posterity. 💓
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