I have nothing to say.

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Look, it’s true confession time. I don’t have a foggiest idea of what I am going to write about. No idea. No plan. Basically, this is going to be written in the spirit of James Joyce, sort of a stream of consciousness offering.

Right this moment I can only think in TV shows, but my last column was about that. I was thinking about dipping deep into my childhood memories, but I also just had some wine, and am feeling warm, cozy and mellow. And thinking about the past, right now, actually hurts a little bit. Even going back to the past six months, which seems like a lifetime ago, I find I am still mourning that “easygoing” carefree life.

One thing that hasn’t change is my reading. I am reading a terrific book right now, called Love and Theft, by Stan Parish. I’ve only just begun, but already am salivating about reading this book before I go to sleep. I saw it recommended by one of my favorite writers — Robert Crais. And right below that key recommendation, that same book was recommended by Lee Child, the author of the Jack Reacher. Now, I don’t mean to say that I don’t enjoy reading Jack Reacher books by Lee Child, they’re actually very enjoyable, but they are also like pumpkin seeds. You see, I like pumpkin seeds, they are easy to nibble — they don’t demand much of me, and I could walk away at any time, but before I know it, I go through an entire package. But I digress. When a book is recommended by two good writers, I look into it. By that, I mean that I pre-ordered the book on my Nook, and began reading it as soon as I can. And I knew, by the second page, I was going to be happy with it.

I am not happy with the weather. We’re in a bit of a heat wave here, in Aurora, Colorado. The temperature has settled into the low 90s, and will stay there for the rest of the week. Sure, it’s August and I am going to expect a heat index to be … hot, but that still doesn’t make it easier to take. The saving grace, so far, is that there has been an occasional late afternoon rain shower. When it comes to rain, I am not particular, I will take it — be it a light drizzle, or a full-on thunderstorm. I know these rains are not going to last, but I enjoy it while it’s happening.

I think I overdid it a bit on my rowing machine today. I know it happened, because I cannot sit for more than 30 minutes without feeling both sore and in pain when I actually do get up again. Tomorrow I will go for a walk in the morning, instead of getting on that machine. I love my rowing machine, but I need recovery time.

Have you ever thought about the word “chandelier?” It’s a strange, French-sounding word. So, I did a quick dive into the etymology of that word, and discovered that it entered the English language in1736, borrowed from the Old French word candere, which comes from the Latin candelabrum. Now you know about the word chandelier … and knowing is half the battle (with sincere apologies to G.I. Joe).

So, there it is, a day in the life of … my blog. Hey, don’t judge me — I mean, of course you could judge me, you are absolutely free to judge me — but sometimes writing about nothing is better than not writing. If you have actually read through this entire blog and are still here with me, I salute and thank you. And apologize.

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Writer and storyteller, immigrant, wife, mom, knitter, collector of jokes, lover of cheap, sweet wine.

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