Sometimes I just don't feel like writing.
Not because I have no news, or fear losing my 12 readers to the same old same old; but because I know I lack the skills to bring a real story to life in any meaningful way.
Take today for instance - Hunny Bunny and I went out rollerblading today - there's a trail that runs along the Humber River for about 8 kms, making it an hour long run if you do the full circuit (which we didn't - we've both been to slothful over the winter to even think we can do this yet).
I want to be able to tell you how wonderful it was seeing the first blush of green in the trees after months of only grey and brown, and how the river was running fast and full, but had been running faster and fuller recently judging by the looks of the grasses on the banks.
I wish I could describe how glorious it felt to be out in the sunshine; to hear the songs of red-winged blackbird, sparrows, seagulls and goldfinches over the deep gurgle of the river; to exercise and stretch muscles far too used to doing nothing. How I forgot my headache in the surprise gift of seeing two deer in the brush between us and the river. How Keith made me laugh when I asked what he was doing when he raised his hand and made wagging motions with his fingers at the planes as they passed over our heads on their descent into the airport (he was tickling their bellies). How the smell of the grove of poplar trees we passed made me think of my home when I was younger, where the soft clattering of the poplar leaves was a backdrop to many lazy summer afternoons in the yard.
But I'm always afraid it sounds so blah when I relate it...like grocery list. Went skating. Saw birds and deer. It was pretty.
So I think I'm going to take some classes over the summer, so I can learn to write real good.
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Poker was pretty damn good today.
I made it in time for the Brit Bloggerment, which is a very lively game. The chat can be a bit wild with expressions and acronyms I'm not used to and many of the references that escape me. It seemed a bit surreal for for a while and I couldn't quite put my finger on why until it dawned on me - I'm so used to the chats with the US blogger crew, that it throws me when I see words like colour, rumour and flavour spelled properly with the "u". *grin.
I have not had a good track record with this game....sitting out, bubbling, gigli-ing. I managed to get my stubborn on, and made it to third place and ITM. Wheeee!
I hit the Blogger Bracelet game, and had a number of successes by my personal yardstick: busted Fuel, made Iakaris fold, and made the top quarter of the field.
So it's 10pm, I've really done nothing I should have over the weekend, not even my laundry - I shudder at the thought of trying to pick out something to wear to school tomorrow.
But fuck it. I had a good weekend. How was yours?
Not because I have no news, or fear losing my 12 readers to the same old same old; but because I know I lack the skills to bring a real story to life in any meaningful way.
Take today for instance - Hunny Bunny and I went out rollerblading today - there's a trail that runs along the Humber River for about 8 kms, making it an hour long run if you do the full circuit (which we didn't - we've both been to slothful over the winter to even think we can do this yet).
I want to be able to tell you how wonderful it was seeing the first blush of green in the trees after months of only grey and brown, and how the river was running fast and full, but had been running faster and fuller recently judging by the looks of the grasses on the banks.
I wish I could describe how glorious it felt to be out in the sunshine; to hear the songs of red-winged blackbird, sparrows, seagulls and goldfinches over the deep gurgle of the river; to exercise and stretch muscles far too used to doing nothing. How I forgot my headache in the surprise gift of seeing two deer in the brush between us and the river. How Keith made me laugh when I asked what he was doing when he raised his hand and made wagging motions with his fingers at the planes as they passed over our heads on their descent into the airport (he was tickling their bellies). How the smell of the grove of poplar trees we passed made me think of my home when I was younger, where the soft clattering of the poplar leaves was a backdrop to many lazy summer afternoons in the yard.
But I'm always afraid it sounds so blah when I relate it...like grocery list. Went skating. Saw birds and deer. It was pretty.
So I think I'm going to take some classes over the summer, so I can learn to write real good.
****
Poker was pretty damn good today.
I made it in time for the Brit Bloggerment, which is a very lively game. The chat can be a bit wild with expressions and acronyms I'm not used to and many of the references that escape me. It seemed a bit surreal for for a while and I couldn't quite put my finger on why until it dawned on me - I'm so used to the chats with the US blogger crew, that it throws me when I see words like colour, rumour and flavour spelled properly with the "u". *grin.
I have not had a good track record with this game....sitting out, bubbling, gigli-ing. I managed to get my stubborn on, and made it to third place and ITM. Wheeee!
I hit the Blogger Bracelet game, and had a number of successes by my personal yardstick: busted Fuel, made Iakaris fold, and made the top quarter of the field.
So it's 10pm, I've really done nothing I should have over the weekend, not even my laundry - I shudder at the thought of trying to pick out something to wear to school tomorrow.
But fuck it. I had a good weekend. How was yours?
Had a great weekend too!
Don't underestimate your writing skill. Whenever I read your blog you always seem to take me where you were very vividly--be it a biking trail or a typing class.
I don't think it is humanly possible to describe all the amazing things you can take in on a walk or bike ride--which makes for a good reason to keeping getting out! The description you do capture in your writing has always been plenty for me to step into your shoes.
And... I didn't realize it until reading your post, but I think not being a good writer is why I take so many pictures :)
Well done on 3rd place. Sorry about telling the milkman to elbow you in the ribs to gain an edge. The pour guy did the walk of shame last week and needed the encouragement! Do we all say colour, flavour and rumour differently?
err make the poor
P.s oh and thanks for knocking me out with K9s! :-)
Its never blah, Kat!
Good skills last night. Just a shame the cards fell against you when it mattered.
because I know I lack the skills to bring a real story to life in any meaningful way.
You just proved yourself wrong.
Great post!
Hey girl!
Last night was fun. We should do it again one night this week. I don't usually go to meetings on Tuesday night.
Congrats on third in the Brit game. Very nice!
I had a great weekend - the sunshine & warm weather yesterday did my soul some good. I'm happy it's spilled over into today!
Congrats on making the money in the Brit game!
Who needs flowery over descriptive writing anyway?! Stick your own style.It kicks ass!( as did you in the Brit blogger game,well played!)
Oh and if you need any translations just give me a shout!
be warned kat,Im not sure they speak english in scotland :-)
I would like to be a Donkamenter. I play poker and donk a lot. I am friends of Bonehet. Please let me know what I need to do.
Thanks. Pauko
pauko027@hotmail.com