A run in my stocking
Monday, August 6th, 2007I have not lived up to my moniker the past few days. I have vegged out. Sofa surfed. Allowed my brain to go to mush. The most challenging reading I’ve been able to face is the August issue of Cooking Light. A good magazine, yes, but hardly an intellectual stretch. I haven’t picked up a drawing pencil or even worked on my web freelance work. I could chalk it up to a long week at work, stress from my little ones, or what everyone else here in Kentucky blames basically everything on–allergies; however, I think I’ve just hit a wall. Similar to creative block (a condition with which I am all too familiar) or writer’s block, only more vague and, for some reason, less troubling.
On the upside, I spent a good part of the weekend in this laziness with my kids. The heat and humidity were too unbearable to do anything but head for the pool. I didn’t broaden my horizons this weekend, but (wow, this is sounding unbelievably corny) I added quite a few great snapshots to my memory. Xander discovering how to control the water fountains with his feet, Audrey figuring out how sliding down the water slide on her back made her go faster, both jumping off the side of the pool trying to make the bigger splash.
Okay, so there is something to be said for occasionally thinking less and living more.
Listening today to Adrian Legg, Guitars and Other Cathedrals. Isn’t that an amazing title?