Behind The Scenes With A NaBloPoMo Blogger

As of today I’m one-third of the way through my commitment to post something on this blog every day this month.

√  I’m amazed by how easy it is for me to come up with ideas about what to write here each day.  I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised;  I’m a generalist after all. 

  On the flip side, I’m worn out by the actual writing and posting of said ideas.  Daily posting takes more time than you can possibly imagine– says the free spirit who usually keeps this blog on a more casual basis.

  As per my desire to meet more bloggers, I’ve introduced myself to 10 bloggers who are also doing NaBloPoMo Seven have stopped by here to say “hi!” right back.  Good to know that there are other people who are willing to reach out and meet someone new.

  The total word count on my posts to-date is: 2765.  If I was doing NaNoWriMo, which asks a person to commit to writing a 50,000 word novel during the month of November, I’d be at the 16,667 word count mark by now.  Clearly, I’m a blogger and not a novelist.  A woman’s got to know her limits.  

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[And the seven bloggers who have stopped by to say “hi” are: alejnaJaneKristenLauraMelisaPollyZazzy.  Click on a name.  Meet someone new.]

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The End Of The Season

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Yesterday, on a whim, as I was heading home I decided to stop and take some photos of a canoe rental place that I drive by from time to time.  The place was deserted, but the sun was shining brightly and there was a certain charm to the emptiness.

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I always wonder how this place stays in business, yet every spring it reappears.  Just like daffodils in the garden or major league baseball on the radio.  Gotta love it– even if I never, ever want to go canoeing!

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Dull. Duller. Dullest.

One of the reasons that I don’t post to my blog every day is that I have nothing interesting to share with you, my gentle readers.  If something happens to me or if I have an epiphany of some sort, I post to my blog.  Easy, peasy– mac & cheesy.  And if nothing happens, then I say nothing.

It’s a simple plan, and under normal circumstances I wouldn’t bother you with a post about nothing.  BUT THESE ARE NOT NORMAL TIMES, my friends.  No, this is the month of November and I’ve committed before God and all of the internets that I’M GOING TO POST SOMETHING to my sweet little bloggy EVERY DAY OF THIS MONTH.

Hence, I give you this update re: my day thus far.

1) I had routine blood work done today.  I fasted for what turned out to be 14 hours beforehand.  Breakfast tasted very, very good.  {Dull}

2) I voted today.  I went all Nancy Reagan and just said NO.  Our state is run by a bunch of idiots right now, so not letting them do the things that they want to do is a good idea imho.  {Duller}

3)  I went to Lowe’s today.  I found, in one place, all the clip rings that we need to hang our new drapes in the eat-in part of our kitchen.  Let the spiffication begin.  {Dullest}

And that’s all I have to say now.  I’ve done what I’d said that I’d do— both in the blogosphere and in my real life. So LET’S CALL TODAY A WIN and move on to tomorrow where I know something interesting will happen.  I hope… if for nothing more than the sake of my blog posts.

10 Questions

I’ve been tagged by the lovely PollyBurns2 of caughtwriting to answer 10 questions, so we all get to know one another a little better.  The idea is to then tag someone else, preferably someone who is taking part in the NaBloPoMo project.  So here goes:  

1. Describe yourself in seven words.

I laugh. I learn. I love. Usually.

2. What keeps you awake at night?

Lower back pain from a goofy gardening accident.  Other than that I sleep quite well.  In fact, I’m rather known for my ability to sleep for long periods of time.

3. If you could be anyone for a day, who would you be and why?

I’d like to be Diane Sawyer.  She’s smart, articulate, interested (and therefore interesting), and pretty.  She anchors a newscast where she is responsible for setting the news agenda for the evening–  and she is married to a successful, creative man.  Yep, that’s who I’d want to be.

4. What are you wearing right now?

Faded jeans, an aqua t-shirt with a teal cardigan sweater, and brown leather clogs.  And eyeglasses, of course.

5. What scares you?

Political dictators.  All of ’em across the world.

6. What are the best and worst things about blogging?

I agree with PollyBurns2’s answer.  “Best thing:  sharing ideas and getting inspiration from the amazing bloggers I’ve discovered so far.  Worst thing:  there are so many blogging events and challenges to get involved in, that there just isn’t enough time to do everything I want to do.”

7. What was the last website you looked at, apart from Twitter and Facebook?

Arts & Letters Daily

8. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

I’d be physically stronger.  I can workout every day of the week  and never gain any noticeable muscles.  No definition, no wow factor.  I always remain the same old flabby me.

9. Slankets – yes or no?  (This apparently divides the blogging world.) 

First, I had to find out what a slanket is.  [Click here.]  And now I can tell you that I’m not a fan.

10. Tell us something about the person who tagged you.

PollyBurns2 writes insightful posts about what she’s thinking about;  and is a kind-hearted woman who included me in this meme so that I’d have one more thing to post on my blog during NaBloPoMo.

I’m going to tag the delightful Zazzy at who is the only other blogger I know who is doing NaBloPoMo.  Take it away, Zazzy!

Serenaded By Flugelhornists

We went to a college football game yesterday afternoon.  The weather was clear and crisp with lots of sunshine.  Our club seats were wonderful and the home team won.

After watching the marching bands in the halftime show, I’d had enough of sitting in the sun.  I suggested to Zen-Den that we go inside to the private eating area and get something to eat.  Then I suggested in the most adamant terms possible that we should stay inside in the shade to watch the third quarter on one of the many TVs provided therein.  He went along with my idea because: 1) he’s older now and has learned that when he goes to a game he doesn’t have to watch every second of it live to enjoy the game;  and 2) I mentioned food.

So, in we went.


We got our food, found a nice place to sit and were in the process of munching when we heard the marching band.  At first we thought that it was on TV but realized that the noise was getting louder and louder.  [Hello doppler effect.]  The noise was coming from the other side of eating area, so we turned around to see what was happening.

What we saw were 9 members of the flugelhorn section of the home team’s marching band– in full dress band uniform– not quite marching, but kind of kick stepping through the room.  [Think John Cleese in the Minister of Funny Walks.]  They were playing the home team’s fight song–very loudly and not all that tunefully.

It was Monty Pythonesque absurdity at it’s best.  Both of us started to laugh so hard that we were crying.


We couldn’t figure out why a roaming band of flugelhornists had chosen to visit the club section of the stadium.  Was this a reward for them or a punishment for them within the band hierarchy?  Was this a reward for those of us who had paid more for club seats– or was it a punishment for those of us who didn’t get invited to the classy box seats on the quiet level above?  Who knew?

Nor could we figure out if these were first team flugelhornists– or, as Z-D suggested, the freshman reserve flugelhornists allowed to strut their stuff later in the game when a victory was certain.  Considering that they weren’t exactly on key, I’m going with freshman reserve.

I suspect that we’ll never know the answers to these probing questions about the inner workings of Team Flugelhorn.  And that’s okay.  I like a bit of mystery in my life.  But what I do know is that we’ll always remember attending this football game– and our chance encounter with a roaming band of very loud flugelhornists.

I Has A Sad

[Yes, I’m using LOLspeak here.  Your point?]

Viva de la Vega, my longtime desktop computer & faithful sidekick, is retiring today.  The photos on yesterday’s post were the last items that I needed from her to create something for this blog.

For the last eight years she and I have been constant companions.  BFF, if you will.  I adore her… her smaller, cozy screen… her slow way of uploading photos… the clickety-clack of her keyboard… even the crazy, unpredictable way her wired mouse works.

However, now that Coraline is on the scene, Viva de la Vega is headed for a lovely retirement upstairs in the un-bedroom where she can live out her days in a little out-of-the-way niche on top of an old chest of drawers.  We’ll be able to use her to listen to online music– or to play a few hands of solitaire or hearts.

She’ll be at home there, I’m sure.  And I’ll visit her from time to time.  But I still can’t help feeling a touch bittersweet about this change.

So long, my friend.  I’ll miss you.