I awoke this morning to the sound of a lawnmower. Pretty rude, I thought to myself. It's 7:30 on Saturday morning. As I walked to the window with thoughts of Marcia Brady in my head, I saw Jim across the street mowing the words "I LOVE MOM" into his yard. He does that every year for Mother's Day. Ok. He's off the hook. But I couldn't help but wonder as I was making coffee...is he sweet? Or is he cheap? And why do I keep thinking of Marcia Brady?
I went out back to observe Pink Peony. My experiment with time-lapse photography is really beginning to bore me. What a commitment I've made! Do I have the stick-to-it-ness needed to complete this experiment? Are you getting as bored as me? I think we need some inspiration.
Let's go together now and watch a peach shrivel up and die.
Well, that gave me the boost I needed to keep on going. You too? Good. Plus, we all have the added advantage of knowing that we are observing growth. We are observing life!
If Pink Peony begins to shrivel, I am quitting this experiment in a heartbeat.
I came back inside, poured a cup of coffee, read the paper, then decided to check out the blogosphere.
As I began to type, my dream came back to me. I know why Marcia Brady feels so close to me this morning!
So, I decided to check out Marcia's blog...on a typewriter that was on the floor next to the door. I kept typing marciabrady.blog and then I'd look at the paper. Nothing. I'd twist that little knob on the right hand side to crank the paper up to see if I was missing something. Nothing. I kept typing and cranking the paper.
Don't know what that meant. I never really cared about Marcia one way or another, except for that one time Davey Jones took her to the prom. I was so jealous! Maybe that was the point to the dream. Sure, she got Davey Jones -- but she never had a blog like me! Marcia, Marcia, Marcia. You can't blog on a typewriter! Duh!
And I don't recall her ever having a Pink Peony either.