Been a bit of a struggle trying to find suitable topics to write about lately. Guess it’s just one of those funks. Life is so busy sometimes and the desire to scale back on everything, all the self induced obligatory engagements we commit to, just so I can sit on my couch in my underwear and watch Three Company reruns, is starting to sound like an awesome idea.
Come and knock on our door. We’ve been waiting for you.
I need something. An idea or a gimmick to help me through these little funks. My desire to write sometimes usurps any modicum of content. I am staring at a blank page and am writing about a blank page.
I could write about the medium sized bag of peanuts I just ate that clocks in at 1200 calories. Or, even better, I could write about my impending surgery to correct the lap band slippage next Wednesday that will leave me incapacitated for a couple days.
I could write about my plans this weekend, which include some diabolical debauchery with my childhood and basketball buddies up at cottage just south of Bala, Ontario.
That one may be better to write about after.
Or maybe not.
I could write about my father. But I will save that one for closer to Father’s Day.
Oh, as an urban parent, I could talk about the almost six year old whose giant body forces me out of my own bed almost every night. Oh and his face melting morning dragon breath, that is definitely a blog post all on it own. Or maybe mention the automatic cuff to the back of the head I gave Hudson because he rammed his bulbous noggin into the middle of my back this morning. He simply does not know at 5’3″ and 95 lbs (at nine years old, freaking ogre!), his playful wrestling is not so playful anymore, it’s more a challenge.
Or I could write about my wife and our tag team parenting strategy that makes us long for each other even though we are right beside each other at the end of the day.
Or I could write about my sister and her three great role model kids. Or my mother and her upcoming move to Collingwood (looking for a winter ski rental?). Or I could write about the many wonderful writers on this site that have become new or even better friends.
Just one of those Thursday’s I guess. Soccer with the boys tonight than off to Canadian Tire to pick up an air mattress for a future camping trip.
Steph is out for the night.