Fifth Post (If I Can Get It Written)
Here I am. Nearly late as usual. Hopefully I can get it written and posted just under the wire. Why am I late? Spent an hour and a half this afternoon dancing to Neil Diamond with my kid. She made me pick her up and hold her through almost two whole albums. (Yikes! One of them was Headed For The Future. I own the album. Proves that I am a true admirer.) So, I was late doing everything else, including getting her ready for bed. So. . .
What do I really have to say? Not much. We raked the yard today. I would've had a dozen pics of the kid rolling in leaves but my mother was here and . . . she hates having her picture taken. (Plus, I left two of the camera's batteries in my CD player the other night when I was having trouble sleeping. I popped in the soundtrack to The Jazz Singer and was asleep by the time "Songs of Life" was over. Unfortunately, the batteries had had it by the time I woke up the next day and I hadn't put them back in the charger so . . . no pics. There might be one more serious session of raking to do before winter sets in. If so, there'll be plenty of cute pics of my kid up to her neck in leaves. Otherwise, they'll be plenty of pics of her up to her neck in snow in a few weeks.)
Surely, I can find more to talk about than how I spent my afternoon. Not really. Let's see what the news looks like. Hmm. No surprises. No good news, no horrible news. Nothing stirs me.
I have nothing to say . . . in the next nine minutes anyway. I might be back in a few, after I've browsed around a bit. Oh, yeah. In case I don't get back to this tonight. Please remember to VOTE! Goodnight. (And may your chosen form of Higher Power look over you and all of us.)
