It's the most wonderful time of the year! I can't count the number of times I've heard Andy Williams sing that one line on some credit card commercial on television. Maybe it's a credit card company, I'm not even sure of that. I vaguely think of only one thing when I hear it ... "is Andy Williams still alive?" I'm too disinterested to even Google it.
Actually this is the most boringest time of the year, in my humble estimation. Deep cold has developed in my adopted home; the upper-middle-almost center-Midwest, and it's not even officially winter yet. This makes it highly unsavory to venture outdoors. My Christmas shopping is, for all practical purposes, done ... and all I'm doing is waiting out these last few weeks of the year in order to see what the new year brings.
Work is a somewhat welcome distraction, but with everyone seemingly on vacation, there is no urgency to complete anything or start anything new. Everyone has all but officially shut down until the start of January. So I mentally slumber through the day, checking the clock's progress every once in a while until it's time to leave.
Home offers little mental stimulation. The big event last evening was that the cat had decided to take a crap on the carpet instead of in her box. However, as cat alzheimer's sets in, this becomes more of a common occurrence and will gradually lose it's sense of newness. Routine sets in. Dinner is eaten, television is watched, small conversations are had, and bed and sleep are welcome much sooner than the pair should be
Distressingly, I don't have much to write about. But I don't seem to be the only one. A trip around to my favorite blog sites reveals that I'm not alone. A trip to some tropical clime here ... a holiday recipe there ... and a dead dog for good measure.
In a recently hard-to-find burst of inspiration, I spent two hours last night writing a blog post. It was interesting, it was hilarious, it was outrageous! After re-reading it this morning prior to posting (a habit I've developed), I realized that I was just trying to out-gross the telling of "The Aristocrats" and moved it into the "one of these days" file.
I keep telling myself that this is my hobby, and that even the most avid hobbyist tires from time to time of tying a trout lure just right, or gluing another machine gun onto a 1/32 replica of a 1917 Spad. Inspiration is never a constant. Like the tide, it ebbs and flows. And although I'm in a dry period right now ...
All I need is one crazy-assed motherfucker to cross my path to kick my ass into gear again.