Blog Abandonment

It seems I’ve disappeared again, not having posted in months.

First: The Apology
I’m truly sorry to all seven of you who regularly read this blog. It was not my attention to worry you. The good news – I’m okay! However, having not posted in so long, the skills that have kept you mystified and enthused about dianderthal have surely waned, so please, please, PLEASE keep your expectations for this new post below a 3 (out of 10). [As I get back in the rhythm, you may increase your level of expectation until you reach a solid 6.8, which will be the max allowed for forever and eternity*]

Next: The Excuse
It’s not defensible. As with other occasions where I’ve neglected this little baby I birthed years ago, I got super busy. And there were gin and tonics. I swear, I had every intention of posting each and every day of my Spain excursion, and catching up on all of the fabulous eats I’ve been dining on all year. But I could not find much motivation beyond ordering food and drink over in Europe. And since returning, it’s been non-stop chaos with a new job while trying to still work my old job and also keeping up with my second job (which is now my third job). This shit never ends. And I call myself trying to re-write the book I’ve been working on for almost a decade, and revive a screenplay I started even before that. So yes, fuckin’ life.**

Then: The Future
My new job came with a pay cut (which I will feel if and when I ever fully quit the job that I quit). Yet, I can’t let go of that mentality that in the past led me to pay for subscription boxes and satellite radio and overpriced cake decorating classes in Hollywood. So when earlier today, I was tempted to sign up for personal coaching after watching an IG story, I decided that, before I paying someone to get my ass in check and do what I love to do – write – I just need to commit to writing. (And I need to lock up the wallet anyway) To do it on my own. So, I’m back. Just like that. My posts may be short. My posts may not be about food. My posts may not have any photos or humor or purpose, but there will be posts. At least one a week for the rest of the year. For my Magnificent 7, I hope you make an honest woman out of me.

Finally: Today
I’m in Stockton, visiting my dad in Northern California, as I do about once every month (it’s in my Only Child contract). I usually take a flight from Long Beach to Sacramento, having to rent a car and drive south some 55 minutes to make it home. Today, I took the newly available flight from LAX directly to Stockton. Not only did we get from gate to gate in just one hour, but I was on board with the legendary Cheech Marin and Tommy Chong! No contact high to report.

*Anyone get that Holes reference? Remember Stanley Yelnats?

**I’ve been dealing with everything by upping my swearing. [Also, that’s a four gerund sentence so my grunting is also at a high.]