I’m not going to preface this post by saying ‘I’m back’. On May 18th I announced my return to the blogosphere after an absence of 6-7 weeks. That comeback only lasted about 60 days. It’s been almost that long since I last posted. Maybe my “returns” are like ‘going-out-of-business sales’ or ‘Cher Farewell Tours’; there is always another one just around the corner.
I think about Harper’s Valley often. Frequently, I’ll note ideas I think might be interesting or amusing to write about, if not necessarily interesting or amusing to read. I logon to WordPress and write the idea as a title and save it as a draft. At present, there are 66 of them. One is intriguingly titled “Wax Santa”. I wonder what the heck that was going to be about. What seems to be missing is whatever is needed to translate an idea into something worth publishing. Inspiration? Discipline? It certainly is not for lack of time.
It’s been quite a summer (“rent-a-cars and west bound trains…”). In many ways it has been a good one, in other ways, not so much.
I’ve been volunteering with a local theater group. I’ve met some terrific people and had a lot of laughs.
Harper’s Other Dad and I went to Santa Fe and saw a new opera I like less and less the more I think about it.
The annual trip to Canada was special this year because, in addition to the theater, food and wine, we had the joy of spending time with friends we don’t get to see often.
Between local productions and out-of-town trips I’ve seen some great, and, perhaps, not-so-great theater. We’ve even made it to the movies a few times.
On the negative side, my mood has been all over the map. I seem to look for things to fret about and, unfortunately, have found a few things that are fret-worthy. I seem to have had a falling out with an old friend that, at least for now, seems irreparable. Our health insurance has changed, not for the better of course, and it comes at a time when, for the first time in many years, I actually care about the cost of health care. It is amazing how spoiled one can become. Blah, blah, blah…. Many people have far worse challenges.
So, with such a logjam of blog fodder, what prompts me to take keyboard in hand? Rubber ducks, of course!
I worry about bringing undocumented ducks into Arizona but I take comfort in knowing the ducks appear Caucasian so the chances of our local officials and vigilantes taking notice are limited.
Equally exciting, I found a surprise in my mail box this morning. A friend from Chicago sent me a Statue of Liberty duck he picked up on Liberty Island on a recent trip to NYC.
I should have suspected something might be afoot because of a cryptic text exchange we had a few weeks ago. I had forgotten about it until I opened the package. Thanks ML!
I’m not sure what about the added ducks breaks my silence. The flock continues to grow and that makes me smile. Maybe there is a critical mass of ducks that attracts the Muses. Whatever the cause, I shall strike while the iron is hot. For now, the Muses have returned and those bitches can be hard to find.
One of my favorite jokes from the old “Laugh-In” television show… In an exchange between series regular Ruth Buzzi and guest Tony Curtis:
Buzzi: Mr Curtis, I’m sure you’ve been abroad many times. What do you enjoy most about it?
Curtis: The only time I was ever a broad was in “Some Like It Hot”