Tentative restart
It inevitably happens.
I toss the stale coffee, I eat the last of the week-old salami, I throw away the fuzzy biscuit… and Plagioclase’s mother asks “Where’s that food item I was saving for later?”
I think I’ve talked about this before, but lately it seems to be even more pronounced. Maybe it’s because I’m home now (after two months away) and her eating schedule is disrupted? Maybe it’s because after cleaning out my mom’s house (in preparation for selling it), I’m more attuned to the crap that’s accumulating in my house?
In this cleaning up phase, I’m considering what to do with Nothing Funny about Feldspar. I thought for a while that I might just quit blogging, but I keep composing posts in my head (it’s just like talking to myself, only in better sentences). Then I thought I’d start up another blog somewhere else, but I didn’t want to have to figure out a name.
So here I am, somewhat back again. I’m going to try to not be so depressing or angry or whatever down mood I’ve been in — a more lighthearted look for a while for me, I think. Probably a case of me trying to wag the dog, but I’m hoping that by not writing about downer topics will help me get over them.
I’ll also try not to pick on Plagioclase’s mother so much. I’m grateful for her support and companionship, and after all, she had a large part in making my beloved Plagioclase the man he is.
But if she asks me again where the thing is that I just threw away, I might just drag it out of the trash for her.
