I didn’t really mean to take a vacation from blogging. It just happened. My mind went creatively blank. Work became a nightmare of which I will spare you all the details. Eric and I went to North Carolina to celebrate my little niece’s third birthday (we were the party. It won’t be that way forever). And that is what this post is about.
Also….I have been thinking a lot. Thinking about the books I am reading (really good ones: The Culture of Narcissism, Orthodoxy, and A Prayer for Owen Meany)…and our culture, generational things, why people blog. WHY PEOPLE BLOG. I am reading into things, probably. But the whole “why do people blog. Why do I blog?” really gets me. It sometimes makes me want to burn my blog and then take a picture of the ashes and post that somewhere on the Internet…not my blog. But I am still processing.
So back to what this post is really about (I’ll get back to the above all-consuming questions at some point. Probably after I am married and work isn’t quite so nightmarish.):
Driving to Durham is one of my faaaavorite things to do with Eric. We sing and talk and listen to audio books and sing cheesy, impromptu duets with his auto-tune app. It’s great fun. And sometimes, and this I don’t really like (Mom, don’t read this part), Eric can’t contain himself when a really good guitar solo comes up in a song, and he makes me (and I do mean makes me) take the wheel for “his guitar solo”. I yell until he finishes air-guitarring.
Eric and I decided: there is no better cure for forgetting all about work and the stress of life, than reading books to two precious, eager little girls. We did a lot of reading this weekend.
(Eric has all the good pictures…so maybe those will be posted later….)