According to Google Reader, I'm down to 1.6 posts per week. Funny thing is, I write about five posts a day...in my head.
I certainly didn't mean to disappear all week. But with two field trips, dentist and doctor appointments, the threat of jury duty, and all the other usual business, I somehow never found an opportunity to transfer any posts from my head to my computer.
We have new neighbors. Very nice lady with a boy the same age as Aidan. She came over twice this week - chasing her dog through my house one day, and bringing me hand-me-down clothes the next.
When someone new visits my house, I suddenly see my house as if for the first time. This is a pleasant experience if I'm prepared to receive visitors, but quite unsettling if the new visitor catches me unaware.
Such was the case this week. A sink full of dishes, baskets of laundry, stacks of library books, a worm bin in the living room, and piles of river rocks on the windowsill, kitchen counter and dining table. And then there was the bench and camera on a tripod in the middle of the family room.
Those of you that follow this blog and/or my Flickr photostream know that there are perfectly logical (and, I believe, creative) reasons for most of the messes in my house, yet my new friends and neighbors know none of this. I'm sometimes tempted to tell people about my blog when I first meet them. If they could just read my posts and look at my pictures, they'd know more of the real me - my passions and interests, my musings and concerns, my view of the world around me.
Here on my blog, I'm the me I want to be, not just the crazy lady next door with a messy house.
Or perhaps I am just the crazy lady next door who prefers to take pictures of dinner rather than cleaning the kitchen, who stands on the furniture to take self portraits, checks out way too many books from the library, and crochets cozies for rocks. Yeah, maybe that is the real me.
By the way, the broccoli leaves were delicious. I'm just glad I found this bug cocoon before I ate the leaves.