Blog Slump
Lots of things have been happening. They're just really boring to talk about. Guess what, exercise improves health and mood!
I'm healthy! I'm not moody! I saw a raccoon yesterday when I was hiking and we did our own version of High Noon! (I stopped, raccoon, who happened to be in the middle of the trail, stopped. Raccoon and I stared at each other for over a minute. Then I finally moved and raccoon did that funny waddle thing around a tree and watched me from the safety of behind the tree. It was really incredible if you were there, but it sounds a little like a Disney moment.)
I cleaned some a kitchen cabinet! Made turkey sausage and white bean soup and it was good! And healthy!
I think if I had to read this stuff I'd lose my mind. Or just stop reading.
I'm healthy! I'm not moody! I saw a raccoon yesterday when I was hiking and we did our own version of High Noon! (I stopped, raccoon, who happened to be in the middle of the trail, stopped. Raccoon and I stared at each other for over a minute. Then I finally moved and raccoon did that funny waddle thing around a tree and watched me from the safety of behind the tree. It was really incredible if you were there, but it sounds a little like a Disney moment.)
I cleaned some a kitchen cabinet! Made turkey sausage and white bean soup and it was good! And healthy!
I think if I had to read this stuff I'd lose my mind. Or just stop reading.
posted by Maureen McHugh at 9:25 AM
8 Comments:
If it's any consolation, I'm living the dull, virtuous life, too. I exercise! I eat sensibly! I work hard! I do lots of yard work!
I'm bored.
Can't you become healthier but still stay moody?
Perhaps you could develop angst over all the cupcakes you are not eating? Or maybe a writerly hangup about whether exercise is just another form of American self-indulgence? I'm just trying to help.
I'm staying in a hotel room 100 feet from a DQ. I just went to get a blizzard to eat while watching ANTM. The healthy thing was that I got a small, which is still about two pounds of soft serve.
I wish jogging would improve my mood.
You can write about cooking (and racoons for that matter) as much as you want. My mouth will always water with fond memories.
But does your mouth water at the thought of cooking raccoon?
This is a very interesting read.
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