Call me Maybe

I have been absolutely Lah-may at writing lately.  It sure isn't for lack of wanting to.  At some point when I am independently wealthy, I will be blogging away, for I will have all the time in the world for it.  There are times I'd love to be writing but then the cat walks by me and has crap smeared on her fur somewhere and I have to get up and try to clean off a greased pig.  Or, you know, something like that happens.  I still wonder about the presence of Flip and how that translates to me not doing all that I was doing before.  I certainly can't blame another person for what I am or aren't getting done.  So it's not you, it's me.

Right now Humanling is on the phone with her father.  That means in a moment, the phone may be travelling along the well worn hallway to me.  Writus interruptus.  

But in the meantime, I grapple with balance and life. All in good and enthusiastic ways of course.  When the 'relationship' is in my life I allow it to move into those creative, fertile places in my mind.  And with the same crops being sown over and over again, the land is becoming barren, until I finally choose to rotate those crops yet again.

Recently, Marc Allen was on my show.  Marc is one of the founders of New World Library which is a kick ass publishing company.  He's written a number of excellent books as well.  He puts things in such a simple and accessible way that you feel there is absolutely no way you can fail at achieving anything you want.  I just looked at my bank account and am currently achieving making those numbers look like they did on payday.  Granted, things happen, holidays happen. Running out to the store to buy pecans for $7.39 just to re-create the stuffing that you made the night before because you left it at your mom's house and really really really wanted the leftovers is probably not necessary.  But it's a true story.  

As is the two line story about a fella on Facebook sending me a link to Bourbon Enthusiast.com last night. Such compassion toward the obvious bourbon drinker.  Either way, he's a fellow Scorpio so I'll trust his judgment.  However, it does tell me that I post about bourbon Way Too Much.  

The child is going with her dad tonight and sleeping over. Flip is in PA visiting family but has asked me last minute to walk his pup and is hoping that I shall be waiting for him in his drafty and dog scented abode when he gets home.  Ah, I do not know.  I will probably end up there but  have comfortably entered the land of saying "Maybe".  I enjoy limited time together and have come to really enjoy entering my sanctuary here.  Weekends are precious and I used to sit outside in the mornings and blog but the weather is sort of taking over and some weekends the To Do Lists are too tall to sit comfortably without Duty hanging over me.  No one wants duty hanging over them.  

What I'd LOVE to do is kill some bourbon and go see the final bite of Twilight.  Money is scolding me otherwise.  So who knows.  There is much to read in this house. 

I will probably be taking the laptop along with me for the ride to Cavey's house for when I drop off the Ling that is my human.  Pop into a Starbucks, enjoy something hot and write for a bit.  Read some Marc Allen.  Or right now, before I allow duty's claws to keeping tugging at the elbow of my sweater, put up a separate Weekend Wish List post.  How I love those.