Sunday, March 18, 2007

I've been neglecting you lately, little blog, but it's not really my fault! The siren call of pools and laziness is far too great for me to resist.

Trekking all over the state of Florida, I've come to realize one thing: I hate driving. Driving used to be one of my favorite things. I loved the alone time; I usually spent that time singing along with the radio, talking to friends, and (best of all) thinking. I could think about anything and everything, uninterrupted (at least for the time it took me to get from point A to point B). My car was my oasis. Nowadays, though, driving is a chore. Not the short drives, mind you, but anything over half an hour sets my mind whirring. And I wish they were all happy thoughts. Nope, the darkness and despair just wait till I'm seated behind the steering wheel to grip me. Have I mentioned how hard it is to drive with tears in your eyes? What once was a treasured time for me is now cause for panic. Later today I have to drive from Miami to Orlando, and that three hour drive is not going to treat me kindly. Especially since it'll be just me and Baby Girl. Sigh.

Friday, March 09, 2007

Why is it that when I'm driving around, I've gots all these thoughts bouncing around, but as soon as I sit down in front of the computer, it all dries up? I can barely think of what I want to write.

I think it's partly because my brain wants to believe that everything is hunky-dory in my life. So it'll come out while I can't write it down, where someone else can read it. It's just the oddest thing. Maybe I'm going to need to start going around with a notebook.