I keep coming back to this place to read all new and exciting things that have been posted by the writers. But there’s nothing new. Just the same old stuff. What have the writers been doing since their last entry? How have they been spending time while they should have been keeping me entertained with their snappy written repartee?
Then, I look at the website header. Gottobeme. And I realize I’m the solitary contributor to this space. There’s nobody else. It’s got to be me. But why can’t I add a subtitle – GOTTOBEME, butcouldbeu2? That’s not too forceful, right? Perhaps even inviting?
I didn’t think so.
Regardless, think about it, won’t you? I could use a fresh take on here. More times than not, I find my words quite insightful and entertaining. But there are those other times when there is only dead air. That’s radio/TV speak for the times when nothing is seen or heard, but it should be. It usually lasts just long enough to make one feel uncomfortable. Then it goes on a wee bit longer. Here, it is the term I use for a stagnant blog. When nothing has been updated or posted for an uncomfortable amount of time.
Since my last entry, (because it’s gottobeme, I feel I must add some content now), I’ve taken a little break from my attempts at running. Instead, I’ve been taking those days and that time to walk along the river near where I work. I’ve been going about 5-6 miles when I head out, so I feel like I’ve accomplished something – even without breaking into the slightly faster pace that my body considers ‘running.’ It’s been good. I’m still outdoors and I’m still getting exercise.
The downside is that I’ve not been joining my running group. I’ve been doing the walks solo. I always feel as if I’m slowing The Group down and sometimes it starts to shake my confidence and I feel like I am not doing much more than frustrating The Group, as they must loop back behind me and my throbbing shins after each run interval.
There is another class beginning this month and I will plan on attending it. Starting from the beginning again. I’ve been speaking nicely to my shins in preparation. Hoping this time they will work with me, rather than try to race in a different direction than the rest of my being.
I’ve also participated in another Gathering. Although it had only been a short time since our previous Happy Hour, much has changed. Two of the attendees are now working for different employers and seem to be enjoying the new positions, thus far. Babies are becoming more and more independent, mothers are learning to become more and more watchful of their independent children. Making sure they don’t fall while attempting to stand on wobbly legs or stumble into a credenza or do something more adventurous that may result in the need for stitches. In these cases, I am not referring to teenagers who are just starting to experiment with alcohol, but to infants who are now growing into toddlers and to toddlers who are now growing into, well, older toddlers. I’m not much of a kid person. I don’t know if there’s a PC term for older toddlers. So sue me.
That’s about it for me. It’s got to be.
I’m pretty proud of myself today – I’m allowed to edit this tomorrow, but for today…proud. Not only have I turned nothing into several paragraphs (thank you, Seinfeld), but I’ve also managed to use ‘credenza’ in a valid sentence!