Tuesday, June 29, 2010

One Fine Summer Day

It's summer! The time to hang out with friends and wander aimlessly. The husband and I did just that on our first summer 23rd date. Our friend Kathy guided us up wooded paths to a lake where I saw my first red dragon flies and heard my first bullfrogs. On the way to and from it, we came upon jack rabbits, deer, bugs, yellow-tail butterflies, a slow-going garter snake, and much, much more. What a glorious and, yes, joyous, day!

We were walking a path that used to be part of the Wells Fargo route
between San Jose and the Pacific Coast. Can't you just see a Well Fargo
wagon bumpity bumping down the road?

"Dandelions! I rarely see dandelions," I exclaimed.
"What do you mean?" the husband replied. "They're growing on our front lawn." 
"Not like these," I said.

The golden hills of California.

We stood and watched this snake slowly make its way across the graveled path
to the lawn. We wondered if it had just eaten because its middle part
looked swollen, or perhaps it was going to start shedding.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Another Joyous Day!

Dear Readers,

HellooooooOooo! Did you miss me?

Just kidding. I know you did. Just posting to say I'm back to posting. Today,  the husband and I are heading out to wander and celebrate another revolution around the sun for him. Whoo hoo!

One, two, three, everyone: Happy Birthday to the Husband!!!!! 

If you haven't checked out the husband's blog yet, here it is: Arrmac's Blog.  Before heading over, hope you enjoy the birthday song!

Until later,

Su-sieee! Mac

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Some Fun and Joyful Blogs to Read

I feel like giving you, dear readers, a break from me today and possibly tomorrow. And, maybe the day after and the day after that. We shall see.

In the mean time, I'd like to introduce you to a few writers whose blogs I like to read regularly because of the fun and joy they bring in many different ways. Maybe you'll find their blogs part of your own regular reading routine. Enjoy!

Arrmac's Blog. Arrmac is the husband. When he left the 9 to 5 world, he pursued his dream of being a cartoonist. He hasn't drawn in awhile. Not since he started writing career books with me. Hopefully, he'll feel moved again to go back to his drawing board. Until then, he writes about the creative inspiration behind each of his cartoons. It's a great blog, especially for aspiring cartoonists.

Ed Pilolla.  Ed is a writer I met through the 2010 WordCount Blogathon, but I only recently began to find myself looking forward to reading his new offering daily. He is one kind of a poet. Years ago, I used to read and write poetry, and some where along the way, poetry and me fell out. Ed's works brought me back. His ability to precisely write about something, such as that feeling of lightening when meeting the one for the first time, is amazing.

Two Hands a Roadmap.  Tara is another writer I met through the blogathon. Many of you dear readers may have already read a sampling of her works when she did a guest post here. She writes about the everydayness of life that we all recognize. Her talent is that she gets us to laugh about it. Her posts are so like butter. 

Carson Brackney.  Yep, another writer  from the blogathon. But, I had read his work before the blogathon. In fact, it was through reading one of his posts that I learned about it. Carson is an online freelance writer. One of the things he writes about is online writing. I gotta like someone who presents the line "Ape shall never kill ape" from The Planet of the Apes as a law for online freelance writers.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Simple Things

Yesterday evening I stood in the upstairs hallway window sanding and gluing cups and saucers together for bird feeders. Yep, dear readers, I've actually attempted my first craft for the summer. But that's not the tale of today's post. At least I don't think that's where this is heading.

So, back again to me working by the open hallway window. I was enjoying the long light and soft breeze of the summer solstice evening. I was also liking the sound of the running water below. The husband was enjoying the summer solstice by hand-watering the lawn. Who knows where he mentally transported himself while he stood and inched his way around the lawn with the green hose.

The blackbirds who have claimed our lawn as their pasture also were enjoying the summer solstice. They padded along the cement, hopped over the snaking green hose, and walked on the wet lawn behind, beside, and far from the husband.

Simple pleasures.

It was a great way to end a fabulous first day of summer. Ours included a surprise refund check from the "feds," which is what the IRS officer with whom I talked called them, the mailing of our corrected galleys for our next book, and a bicycle ride to town. Whoo-hoo to all three!

How did your first day of summer go? I hope it was full of fun and pleasure.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Joy is What You Make It

Here we are again, that point on our orbit around the sun. Longest day of the year. Shortest night.  Hope you have a joyous day and night!

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Some Marx For You

Sooo, I like Julius, Leonard, Arthur, Herbert, and Milton. I do. Does that make me a Marxist?

Happy Father's Day to all you papas and mamas who are also papas!

For one and all, a bit of Chico and Harpo from The Big Store.

Saturday, June 19, 2010


Closing the door is sometimes needed
to hear quiet for a bit. . .
to get things done. . .
to move on. . . .
Such relief.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Talking about Sex with the Mama

Yesterday the mama asked me to explain something she was reading in an AARP flyer. It was a short article about what a woman can do about vaginal dryness so that intercourse isn't so painful.


The mama is a voracious reader. She likes to learn. Both things I didn't know until the husband and I became her roommates several years ago. English is not her primary language, and I would say on a scale of 1 to 10, her English reading comprehension is about a 4, more or less. She doesn't let complicated or unfamiliar words get her down. If she's interested in a story, she plows through it. If she's really interested in what words mean precisely, she asks me.

So, she asked me. 

Hoo boy.

The mama hadn't even taught me about sex when I a kid. The only instruction I received that came closest to the topic was the afternoon of getting ready for my senior class prom.  She showed me a gigantic safety pin, then put it in my purse, saying something like "In case you need it." She walked away before I could ask "For what?" I figured that out years later. She didn't have to worry. My prom date came out of the closet years later.  If I'm recalling that eventful afternoon correctly, the mama gave me the safety pin after the daddy advised me, "Don't go f***ing around."

The parents. Do I love them!

But, back to the curious mama of today.

"Kiki," I said, somehow recalling the Ilocano slang word for vagina, pointing to hers, then mine.

"It's about what to do when it's dry. . . ." She looked at me with surprise.

"And you want to have sex." I quickly walked away, but not before noticing that she went back to the article. 

In the kitchen where I thought he hadn't heard, the husband asked, "What was that about?" 

I think maybe something kind of wonderful.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Recipes to Try

Today, I read a recipe for sunflower cupcakes by Megan Berry at her blog, Fowl Single File, that had me drooling. Her cupcakes are not made of sunflowers, but I'm sure you could probably add sunflower seeds or sprouts to the batter. They are chocolate cupcakes with yellow cream cheese icing edged around an Oreo cookie middle. Yummm. They look like sunflowers. See for yourself!  Be sure to come back and finishing reading here. Click.

Did you notice that she used a pastry bag to get the sunflower look? I've never used one, even though I have one, because I feel kind of scared about using it.  But, those cupcakes look so tasty, I'm now willing to conquer the fear. 

No scaredy cat me!

That, in turn, got me thinking about recipes I've bookmarked from food/craft blogs that I like to read, but haven't tried making for one reason or another, including being lazy.

Not anymore.

Before the beginning of winter, I will have made the sunflower cupcakes and these recipes. I don't guarantee that I will follow them exactly, but I shall have made them. Stay tuned.
How about you, dear readers? Are there recipes or crafts you've been wanting to attempt, books to read, stories to write, or whatever else, but for some reason haven't yet? What might inspire you to just do it?

    Wednesday, June 16, 2010

    C'mon, Rebecca!

    The little old lady walked slowly, slowly, painstakingly slowly across the street.

    The grandpa waited impatiently for her to cross completely pass his car.

    "C'mon on, Rebecca," he muttered from behind the wheel.

    "Do you know her, Grandpa?" asked his young, earnest grandson.


    "How do you know that's her name?"

    "They're all Rebecca," the grandpa said. "All little old ladies."

    C'mon, Rebecca.

    The earnest young grandson was the husband. He told me this story (of course not exactly in those words) after our first time sitting together in a car waiting for a little old lady to slowly, slowly, painstakingly slowly do something. I say "something" because I don't remember what it was, though most likely the little old lady was in her car, and we were waiting for her to turn left or right, drive across the intersection, or edge into a parking spot.

    C'mon, Rebecca.

    We have maintained the husband's Grandpa Warren's tradition of muttering at little old ladies, as we respectfully wait for them to do their slow pace. C'mon Rebecca. A few years ago, the husband and I were balancing on our bicycles, waiting for a Rebecca to do her thing. It inspired us to write this poem.
    C'mon, Rebecca
    by Arrmac and Su-sieee! Mac

    Toot-toot, lady!
    Toot-toot, lady!
    Why you moving so slow?
    C'mon, Rebecca.
    C'mon, Rebecca.
    I've got places to go!

    Toot-toot, lady!
    Toot-toot, lady!
    You can't see over your wheel.
    C'mon, Rebecca.
    C'mon, Rebecca.
    Too short to drive, for real!

    Toot-toot, lady!
    Toot-toot, lady!
    You don't even see me here.
    C'mon, Rebecca.
    C'mon, Rebecca.
    You drive like you're drinking beer!


    ** C'mon Rebecca © 2007 Dick and Susie McDavid.
    All rights reserved. Really? You want to use our poem?
    Then, drop me an e-mail.

    Tuesday, June 15, 2010

    Finding Things

    Don't you just hate it when you can't find find what you want?

    And, you know it's where it ought to be.

    Back in April, I wanted to start reading Craig Ferguson's memoir, American on Purpose: The Improbable Adventures of an Unlikely Patriot.  (Click on that link and it'll bring you to Amazon. Just saying.) It was one of the books that the husband and I got for ourselves last Christmas. He finished it at the beginning of the year and placed it on my pile of books to read that I stacked on the recliner in the bedroom.

    Because I got tired of feeling bad that he had to move all the books onto the bed when he wanted to sit on the recliner to read, and then back again when he was done sitting, I thought I'd switch the books elsewhere. I did in February. I brought the pile into the office and wrote a blog post (not an amazon.com link) about what I was not reading.  I must have been still in a got-to-be organized mood because I stacked them neatly away somewhere.

    I forgot where.

    I didn't know that I forgot until I started looking for Craig Ferguson's book.

    Several times, I looked high and I looked low.

    In the same places. 

    And, several times more.

    I gave up.

    But, then.

    A few weeks ago, I began searching for a misplaced credit card.

    I found Craig Ferguson's book in the shelf  right behind the black backpack.

    The credit card? We got new cards in the mail the other day.

    Monday, June 14, 2010

    Maybe Not Like the Mama

    If you want to know what a woman will be like, look at her mother.

    That's what I overheard a friend say to the husband long ago.  He had said it with a goofy smile and a mix of pride, exasperation, and complacency. I had met his mother-in-law. If I believed in such a saying, I would still be running to get far away.

    If that saying is true, then one day I would be picking up leaves off the ground, as I gripe about the neighbors and their messy trees and growl at the the wind for carrying the leaves into my yard.

    I would also be sweeping the ground everyday, while the dust gathers even deeper inside the house.

    On the plus side, if I ended up looking like the mama, I would finally be svelte, which would go better with my petiteness.

    Sometimes I wonder if the husband looks at the mama and shudders because he thinks I may end up with some of her more crazy habits.

    Like mine aren't so crazy.

    Sunday, June 13, 2010

    Up on the Roof

    When I was a single gal many, many years ago, I lived in a funky one-bedroom apartment on the top floor, which was the third floor, on Walnut Street in San Francisco. Across the street was the Jewish Community Center, but that is and was neither here nor there. It's just a reference point, mostly for me.

    I liked, no, I loved my apartment. My solace. The one place that was mine. It was the place I looked forward to after a hard day's work. It was the place I holed up in during my bouts of unemployment. It was the place I began seriously writing. It was home.

    Sometimes I would let the phone ring and ring.

    Sue, when are you going to get an answering machine?

    Sometimes I would just unplug the phone.

    Hard knocking. Open the door. Sue, plug your phone back in.

    Sometimes I wouldn't answer the knocking at the door.

    Good habits continued onward into years later with the sharing of space, wherever it may be, with the husband. Today, that is the second and top floor of the mama's house.

    Sometimes we let the answering machine pick up.

    Sometimes we find messages on the machine days later from when they were made because we don't think about looking at the machine. Sorry.

    Sometimes we don't answer the doorbell because we think it's part of the commercial or TV show that the mama is watching downstairs. That's just the way it goes.

    In my apartment of many, many years ago, I used to find peace by sitting on my funky back porch while listening to James Taylor singing "Up on the Roof." Today, I came across a recording of him singing it in 1971.


    Saturday, June 12, 2010

    A Great Big LOL!

    Do I have a mind-easer for you? 

    It's the "Screamin' Bean" game by Simon Panrucker.  You may never look at beans the same way again. Here's the link.

    Thanks to Jessica Jones of How About Orange for bringing it to my attention.

    Friday, June 11, 2010

    Helping Our Fellow Creatures

    "Oh, my God, my God, my God," I cried, just seconds after saying a bright "hello" to the black bird that landed on the neighbor's trellis, which was the day before yesterday.

    "What? What?" said the husband, looking up from washing dishes.

    The other neighbor's fat grey cat was walking along the top of the fence, firmly grasping a torn-up blackbird in its mouth. The black bird that I had seen was swooping at its head. The fat cat did not care.

    God, how I dislike that neighbor's cat.

    "I wish she'd keep that cat in the house where it belongs," growled the husband. "Or, just get rid of it."

    The husband dislikes the cat, too. He's constantly picking up its poop off the front lawn. The mama picks up its poop in the back yard, but unlike the husband, she throws the poop over the fence so the neighbor can pick up after her cat. The mama feels sorry for the cat.  The mama thinks the cat kills birds because the neighbor doesn't feed it. The cat is too fat to be nourished by only consuming birds.

    Last night, the mama told me that she saw a dead sparrow in the backyard. The mama said she would bury it today. (Maybe that cat killed it. Or, not.)

    Seeing a cat with its prey in its mouth shouldn't make me gasp. Hearing about a dead bird in the bird shouldn't make me sad. But it does, and it does.

    And, yes, I understand it is all part of the circle of life.

    But, what about those poor pelicans and other creatures coated in oil or dying from the oil in the Gulf of Mexico? Is what happening to them also an example of the natural state of being?  No doubt, you've seen them on the news. If you haven't, do yourself a favor and go look one up. Here, I'll even start you off with this link.  If you do it now, please come back so you can read about something you can do to help the animals in the Gulf. That is, if you're interested.

    Craft Hope  is a community of folks who make things to help others. A few days ago it started Project 8 to collect hand towels that Gulf  responders can use to clean oil off the animals. The whole idea is to knit, crochet, or sew the towels. And, sewing can be as easy as cutting up tee-shirts or old bedsheets and sewing up the edges. Which is good because that's my skill level.

    Want to know more about Project 8? Click over to this link.  They do have a deadline for the towels: It's July 8.

    As for the human fat cats that let their greediness allow this to happen, what should we do about them?

    Craft Hope for the Earth

    Thursday, June 10, 2010

    The Sights

    I am not comparing. No, I'm not. This show-and-tell is more like contrasting the things I saw from the car on our quick trip to and from Humboldt County last weekend. It's all beautiful, don't you think?

    Transportation today. (Richmond-San Rafael Bridge)

    Transportation before. (Outside Arcata)

    Overlooking San Francisco Bay, as we headed into Richmond.

    Overlooking Salt River, as we headed into Ferndale.

    Giant steel structures in Oakland.

    Giant redwoods near Pepperwood.

    Wednesday, June 9, 2010

    A Stop in Ukiah California

    Last Friday, the husband and I headed north to Eureka for a wedding. Over 300 miles of perfect driving weather on the 101. Sure, it was overcast and it rained some, but I prefer that to being uncomfortably hot. And, as the husband says, when you're under the redwoods, it doesn't matter if it's sunny or rainy.

    Because we were just off the leash for the weekend, we didn't dally much coming or going. On the way up, we stopped for a food break in Ukiah, which is the county seat of Mendocino County. It's about a two hour drive, more or less, north of San Francisco. For info about Ukiah, check out the city's Web site.

    Although we were in the middle of wine country, we felt like drinking a beer when we saw the Ukiah Brewing Company and Restaurant. Are we glad we did! The business is the country's first organic brewpub.

    Organic beer is definitely the way to go. I tried their Coops Stout. It's described as a "heavy stout with chocolate and roast character." It did not taste heavy at all. Definitely chocolaty. The husband had a "steam beer" called the Comptche Logger. Very smooth. If you're interested in reading about the brews that the pub offers then click here.

    The menu features local and seasonal organic food. The menu was balanced with meat, seafood, vegetarian, and vegan dishes.   The husband and I opted for vegetarian sandwiches. He asked for a BBQ tofu sandwich, while I ordered a mushroom melt. My sandwich was sauteed shiitake and crimini mushrooms, caramelized onions, and melted provolone on sourdough bread. Near the end, I ate a bite that made me think I was eating a buffalo burger. Oh, yum! The bite of the husband's tofu sandwich that I ate was yummy as well.  All together, the sandwiches and drinks were a perfect combination of glow.

    If you're ever near Ukiah and feeling hungry and thirsty, hold on and give the Ukiah Brewing Company and Restaurant a try. Here's the link to their Web site. By the way, FTC, if you're reading this: No one paid me to write about them. I didn't even get a free meal. I just like their grub and brews. I also think Ukiah is one cute town.

    The husband and I only walked one short block from and to our car. But, in that short walk, I took a few shots of what I thought were neat about the little bit of Ukiah that I saw.

    Tuesday, June 8, 2010

    Remember to Vote Today!!!!

    It's the California primary election today.

    Is it happening in your state?

    I don't care how you vote or for whom you vote. That's your business. Just vote. I believe that if you don't vote, you have no right to complain about how our government is run.

    Monday, June 7, 2010

    Favorite Signs

    No doubt, dear readers, you've read a sign, knowing that the person who wrote it was very sincere and serious about the message, but you laughed anyway. Hopefully, it was not in sight or earshot of that person.

    Today, I give you three signs around my hometown that I think are pretty funny.

    Is there really a lot of teeth to be bought and sold in my town?

    Really? There are a lot of animal owners in town who do that?

    Does this mean they only want you to drive through it?

    Sunday, June 6, 2010

    Scheduling posts on Blogger

    You know what? I haven't been around for three days now. Today, the husband and I are driving back home from Eureka, where I'm sure we had a blast partying at the husband's cousin's wedding last night.

    So, yep. I wrote this post several days ago and scheduled it to automatically publish when I said so. It's very simple to do on Blogger. Here's how:
    1. Write your post. 
    2. Click on Post Options at the bottom of the composition box.  
    3. Go to Post date and time in the third column. Click on Scheduled at.
    4. In the first box, enter the date on which you want your post to be published.
    5. In the second box, enter the time.
    6. Finally, press PUBLISH POST.

    Saturday, June 5, 2010

    Cloud Pie

    The other week, I said to the mama and the husband that I would make an apricot pie for dinner. Then added, "Maybe." Just in case I couldn't.

    "Where are you going to get the apricots?" the husband asked.

    "I took a bag out of the freezer yesterday." I was sure they were apricots and not persimmon. We still have a few bags left of last year's harvest in the freezer. Of course, none of the bags have labels. Like almost everything, baking can become an adventure for me.


    Flour. I had less than a cup of unbleached white flour. At least I thought it was wheat flour. For good measure, I threw in a handful of garbanzo flour and another handful or so of brown rice flour to make 2 cups. Two-crusted pie was what I wanted to bake.

    Shortening. I used coconut oil. I cut it into the flour until everything was nice and crumbly. Then I added 1/4 cup of ice cold water. Dry. I added another quarter cup. Dry. Another quarter. Still dry. By then I suspected I didn't have any wheat flour in my mix. In went another quarter cup. Finally, something that looked like pie dough.

    Fruit. Guess what? That wasn't a bag of frozen apricots. They were persimmons. I had never made a pie out of persimmons. What was a gal to do?  I poured the persimmons into a bowl. I also diced an apple and threw it into the bowl for good measure. 

    Spices and other stuff. 1/3 cup of brown sugar. Maybe 1/3 to 1/2 cup of tapioca pearls. Then as much cinnamon, nutmeg, and allspice, or was it cloves, that I felt like shaking in. 

    1. Rolled out half the dough. Nice. It crumbled when I picked it up. Sigh.  
    2. Patted the dang dough into the pie pan. 
    3. Added the fruit mixture. 
    4. Rolled out the rest of the dough and placed the pieces on the top of the mixture. I was able to cover most of it.
    5. Put it in the oven at 300 degrees for about 45 minutes.

    "The crust is dry," said the husband, as he kept on eating.

    "She put a lot of decoration on the pie," said the mama, as she kept on eating.

    Surprisingly that persimmon pie had the same consistency as pumpkin pie. The taste reminded me of pumpkin pie, probably because of the spices. I'll make persimmon pie again. Maybe, I'll add walnuts.

    Friday, June 4, 2010

    I like to ride my bicycle

    How come running errands is more fun when you ride bicycles?

    At least it is for the husband and me.  

    Swoooosh! Even riding against the wind is fun.

    Pedal, pedal, pedal.

    Hope you can get out and cruise about on your bicycle soon. Until then, enjoy yourself some Queen.

    Thursday, June 3, 2010

    A Craftsgal Wanna Be

    That's right, I admit it. I'm a craftsgal wanna be.

    When I was younger and lived in San Francisco, I thought it would be so cool to sell my handcrafted wares on the sidewalks. It didn't matter that I had no wares or skills.  I've been daydreaming again about selling my handcrafted wares, but this time at farmers markets and online at etsy.com.  Still, no wares and no skills.

    When I get tired of writing, I visit crafts blogs. Sewing, knitting, beading, whatever. I especially like the blogs by crafts ladies who repurpose old stuff into fantastic things that I want to make, such as clutch purses out of used skirts.

    Last fall, I finally had the space and time to try my hand at crafting. My first attempt was a hedgehog. That's it in the photo. It only has one eye.

    Next, I made was a pinwheel. I go gaga over pinwheels. They're what I associate with Fourth of July and family picnics. One day, I would like to learn to weld so that I can create one crazy gigantic pinwheel, which I would stick in the front yard to the neighbors' horror.

    Feeling a bit confident, I moved on to sewing cloth napkins. I made 10, including a few patchwork ones. Only three have ripped.  From that experience, I made an ambitious jump to sewing Christmas gifts. More napkins. A few grocery bags. An apron. Pencil rolls. Fabric holders for take-away coffee cups.

    That was December. Since then, I've done nothing more than bookmarking blogs and downloading instructions and patterns. But, that's gonna change. This summer I've decided to be ambitious again and make one or more of these three things: 

    Tee-shirt bag. At least seven of the husband's abandoned tee-shirts are waiting in a box for this project. There used to a few more, but I took them for my own use. The blog Wild Onion has a tutorial that sounds easy to follow.

    Fabric produce bag. The mama will definitely think I've gone overboard when she sees me make these. Oh well. If anything, she'll bring out her stash of sheer curtains for me to use. Wisdom of the Moon gives instructions for making these bags. I like that there are pictures.

    Teacup bird feeder.  Doesn't that just sound cute? The ones at Little Birdie Secrets are adorable. I want to make a whole bunch of them. We have quite a few birds hanging around our place. The instructions for making them sound like fun. 

    Stay tuned for the results.

    Wednesday, June 2, 2010

    1, 2, 3 Senryu

    Senryu, what? 

    It's a type of Japanese poem that is similar in format as the haiku.

    Haiku, huh?

    Okay, this is not English class, but I know you wish to be enlightened. If not, you will, by golly. Or, you can simply scroll down to the poems.  My education of all things haiku came last night when I finally wrote the last line to my haiku-in-progress. I felt that it wasn't really a haiku. So, off to Google my questioning mind and tippity-tap fingers went.

    In short, the haiku and senryu are three-line poems composed of 17 syllables. The pattern is five syllables in the first line, seven in the second, and five in the third. Haiku poems are about nature; no mention of human foibles allowed. Senryu poems  are about  human nature; no reference to the natural world at all.

    Now, you know. It didn't hurt, did it?

    Here's a true haiku by Basho Matsuo, who is said to be the first great haiku poet. He lived during the 17th century.
    An old silent pond...
    A frog jumps into the pond,
    splash! Silence again.

    Want more Basho? Click over to this page at PoemHunter.com.

    Now, here are some stabs at senryu by me.
    Pluck gray hairs from chin
    More from upper lip. Still more. 
    Post menopausal.
    My mind says I am
    young, much younger than I look.
    My body says old!

    Blogathon is done.
    Why still the daily posting?
    Must I have reason.

    Tuesday, June 1, 2010

    The Blogathon Finish Line

    Back on the first of May, I wrote: "Can I think up something to post everyday for the next 30 days?  Will I miss a day or two because I've forgotten? Shall my slacker self balk at the discipline? Stay tuned."

    So, here we are, dear readers. Thirty-one days later. To sum up: I wrote a post a day in May. I  almost forgot to write something for the 30th. The slacker self would've probably balked if the anal-retentive self hadn't written two or three posts at a time to stay ahead of the game.

    Now comes the big question: Shall I continue writing and posting daily? Here's my roundabout answer.

    Once upon a time I used to jog regularly and got to the point where I entered fun runs for the t-shirts. The longest run I did was the crazy Bay to Breakers. I ran, well jogged, all  8+ miles. It took me about 50 minutes, I'll have you know. Pretty good for a fat chick. When I crossed the finish line, I was exhilarated and numb. I just had enough energy to walk another mile to find a bus and climb up my stairs to crash for the rest of the day.

    That is how I feel about the end of the daily posting. Maybe in a day or two, some space will free up in my brain and I can truly enjoy this blogathon accomplishment, think about what I got from it, and, most importantly, where do I go from here.

    A big shout out to Michelle Rafter of WordCount  for hosting the 2010 blogathon. Thank you, Michelle!!!! You're one-of-a-kind.