little things around me keep getting misunderstood, misplaced, mismanaged or just generally effed up. That stinks, because if I can’t blame this slump on Mercury, I’ll be forced to conclude it’s my fault.
We do have lot going on right now:
- Both of Phin’s parents fell and ended up hospitalized within a 24 hour period. Incredibly, his 94 year old Duracell parents are both out of the hospital, but they still need visits and care.
- We’re hosting two huge parties at the house the next two weekends. I’ll just say I don’t handle that sort of social occasion with effortless grace, and leave the rest to your imagination.
- I’m going to audition for a community theater directing job.
- I’m going to BlogHer, so I was hoping to have written some bone-rattlingly wonderful posts (so that blogportunities would appear at my feet like a path of rose petals; that’s how it works, right?) but that hasn’t happened yet.
- And then we’re going on vacation, which will be great, but still. That suitcase ain’t gonna pack itself.
So long as Phin’s parents are OK, everything else will work out fine. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to become a marvel of organization and efficiency anytime soon.
*When I was pretty new to blogging, I ran a contest to see who could come up with the best excuse to add to my EXCUSES page, which was then just a sidebar. (Not that this is a distinction about which anyone cares, but I’m (obviously) holding myself to extremely exacting journalistic ethics here at Kablooey. Kind of like Robert Caro, but snarky.) Anyhoo, the lovely and talented Kathleen Botsford won the contest by suggesting “Mercury retrograde” and then explaining why it was a winning excuse. I don’t believe in astrology, but Mercury being in retrograde did sound pseudoscientifically convincing. I added it to my list of excuses (lame prize, huh?) and ultimately became friends with Kathleen.