Several of you love the puppy cayoot overload we’ve been broadcasting here on EM. Others of you are asking, appropriately so, “Where is the edgy? Where do she be?”
Steve, over at Mountain X, who often features posts from this bloggie, noted recently that summer is plant poison to the green grass of the blogosphere. He’s right. Readers drop off once the weather warms up and you all have daylight playtime after work. And rightly so. Those readers who are able to sneak in a blog read or two at work or over their morning cuppa are still around, but generally, we’re all being seduced by green warmth.
Not that I necessarily write for readers. Okay, sometimes I do. Okay, I like having an audience. I’ve always kept a journal, and this is a journal of sorts. Just slightly less emo and more polished (trust me, no one wants to read my journals). And with more of a bow to my audience.
I’ve also been worn down lately. As all you parents know, the last month of the school year is chockful of events. Between teacher conferences, end of the year parties, field days, presentations, talent shows, and softball games, who has time to write?
In the middle of all this, my Dad had brain surgery. He’s doing great–amazingly well. But facing a parents’ mortality can be emotionally exhausting. This isn’t the first time I’ve faced it with my Dad. He’s catlike in that. Even so, it wears on my heart.
And I know much more now about Neurosurgery ICU and what happens there than I ever wanted to know.
All this babbling is to say that I’m going to go on vacation for a while. Really. It’s beach time for the extended family, and I’m needing it bad.
Ash might throw you a bone here or there. He ain’t nothing but a hounddog. And I’ll be back. With my edgy restored, I hope.
