This is the 2nd day of the A-Z Blog Challenge, and since I joined late (read a couple of days before it kicked off) I didn’t have time to do much more than jot down an idea or two for each letter. Today is the day of B, and though I have some ideas (can’t say I’ll call them good, but at least they are ideas) I don’t know what I’ll write about. Bother! (Another decent B word. Can I use it? No, I don’t think so.)
Books. I can’t write about the pile of books I have on my shelf waiting to be read, because I wanted to add a photo — and, well, I’m in another city, using someone else’s computer, and don’t have access to the pictures I took of the pile — and it is a huge pile — of those recently purchased. (Don’t even get me started on the pile of not so recently purchased books, or the pile of books that were given to me, or… you get the idea.) So, I’ll think of another letter under which I can use those photos, and carry on.
Business cards. Ah, business cards. I’ve had a love/hate relationship with them ever since I realized I’d probably need them, and am in the process of making some really artsy looking ones, using photos from my last trip to London and Paris. This story might be all right to tell, except, well, I’d love to show you the photos I’d be using, and they are (yep) on my own computer, at home. So, can’t tell you that story. Not yet. Sorry.
Bear. Bear was my dog — a (not so) big, lovable Black Lab crossed with something that liked to growl at old ladies. (Really. That dog didn’t like old ladies much at all.) My husband brought him home from a small town in Alberta, where he’d been working. (My husband, not the dog. The dog had just been hanging around, looking cute.) This was mere weeks after we’d had the big discussion about whether or not to get a dog. We’d decided no. I was angry for about a second and a half, and then I fell in love too. Bear lived with us for 12 years. I wish I had photos to show you — but, well, you know. So maybe I’ll tell you his story later too.
And the back ache. Ah yes. I had the idea of developing a theme when I wrote this down. The theme was going to be “Excuses I Use When I’m Not Writing” or something. But a couple of stories about my gimpy back wouldn’t be that entertaining (just painful reminders for me) so I don’t think I’ll write about that, either.
So I’m sorry. There won’t be a blog entry today. I can’t think of a thing to say.