I’ve been sitting here trying to concoct a magnificent fairy tale of an excuse for my blogging silence. In my head, this blockbuster narrative would have started with rum-soaked, moody pirates in candy cane stripped thigh highs who time travel on unicorns the color of mint. They’ve chosen to lay siege to Portland using old analog synthesizers that they’ve managed to rig up to shoot colored laser beams when played. The music they play is Wagnerian in scope but the sound is shrill and violent, like two raccoons fighting. And that’s just the beginning folks! I think somewhere in the story our family is forced to go into hiding with a rag-tag band of rebels. Of course, the rebels deny me access to the internet for fear of giving our position away to the pirates. We communicate only through trained carrier pigeons.
It would have made a heckofa story. In contrast, my real excuse is pretty lame only in that there really is no excuse. Oh sure, I could prattle on about how baby Jack has completely turned our lives upside down. I could even pretend that I’ve just been too sleep deprived to post anything with teeth (or gums). You’d probably actually buy that one, wouldn’t you? But it’s just not the case. Not even close. If I really start to dig for an answer all I can come up with is that blogging has fallen a few notches on the list of daily priorities.
It’s a shame really, especially with the new kid living in our home. There’s so much content wrapped up in that little child that I should be posting up here on an hourly basis. Alas, it just hasn’t happened.
But don’t count me out of the game yet. I definitely want to get back to this with renewed energy. But I won’t make any grandiose promises I can’t keep. Let’s just say we’re evolving and see where that takes us (hopefully more than one damn post a month!)
I’m most excited right now about a 20-yard drop box that just moments ago was delivered into our driveway. It sits empty with possibility and anticipation. This past month has brought many landscaping projects to the Skelton household. And by landscaping I mean yard demolition. I’ve felled enough Holly trees in the last couple of weeks that I wouldn’t be surprised to find a member of Earth First! chained to a tree in my backyard the next time I’m out there. All the contents of my deforestation are currently piled into a large twisted mountain in the backyard. I’m literally feverish with excitement about moving that mountain into that drop box. It’s almost impossible for me to sit here and work today knowing those two opposing forces lie in wait for me and my sturdy wheel-barrel. This is top priority!