Whelmed.

…and trying to avoid the negative prefix usually attached to that word. Because we don’t use those here.

You might have noticed that I’ve not posted anything that would qualify as real content for a while, rather than just filler – and there hasn’t even been much of that. But perhaps nobody’s even looking, and I talk to the wind - or the electronic version thereof.

It’s not that I don’t have ideas – I’ve several posts in draft form, begun and abandoned, because my mind keeps telling me You know you should be doing something else. Look at all that stuff you need to get done. Do it. Now.

And, the thing is, it’s never completely done. There’s always more to do.

So, mentally, I’m back where I was a year and a half ago: feeling guilty about writing when there’s so much yet to be done, and quite close to using a negative prefix on the title of this post.

 

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About Bobbie Laughman

Living with chronic foot-in-mouth disease is the main reason Bobbie prefers the written word over speaking out loud to actual, in-person human beings. Amazingly, however, she has been known, on rare occasions, but in the presence of reliable witnesses, to utter complete sentences with both feet on the ground. Bobbie enjoys painting, but stubbornly refuses to make time to do it. Someone should give her a good talking to about that. She really needs to visit her happy place again...and perhaps paint some things for her sweet little granddaughter, E.B. You might think that since Bobbie likes to cook, and to write about cooking and food, that she's some snobby gourmet wannabe. Nah. If a recipe is too long, her eyes start to roll back in her head before she finishes scanning the ingredients list. Quick & yummy, but healthy, and she's all over it. Bobbie's read way too many Star Trek novels for one sane person. Once, for a party during her first year at college, she dressed herself as Spock, going so far as to cut and dye her hair. She's been to Star Trek conventions, but never in costume. She's weird, but not that weird. Or perhaps, not that brave. There's a mixed-up universe in Bobbie's head, where Bert & Ernie and Bert & Nan Bobbsey hang out with Moist von Lipwig, Adora Belle and Mr. Tiddles, in Emeril's kitchen (having politely shown Emeril the door), and give cooking lessons to Erma Bombeck and Mr. Spock. You do not want to go in there...
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2 Responses to Whelmed.

  1. obimomjacoby says:

    heh, this is how I feel…exactly. we are together in our separate worlds…..

  2. Samantha says:

    I have that feeling myself often. Lately it has been you are so tired and seem to need a nap every day and shouldn’t be wasting what time you have awake online. I’ve found though that these moments when I share about my life are not only for me, but for those who read it.

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