Do you know how long it takes to read blogs? I love them but of late I’ve had to put them on hold. I especially love the friends I’ve made blogging.
There is tandemtrekking, who writes about her beautiful treks across this great country of ours, now in the process of doing the Pacific Coast Trail (?) better known as the PCT.
Nutsrok shares what it’s like to be southern and what it’s like having such a colorful assortment of relatives. Telling her stories with such great humor and candidness; bunKaryudo, I’ll be damned if I know how to pronounce that but then maybe it’s not meant to be said aloud, shares his trials of being a parent and other convivial sides of life. He is always on the hunt for subject matter to keep us entertained with.
Then, there’s thelonelyauthor, with his lovely poems about his humanness and I can’t forget all those posts from “the neighborhood @thepublicblogger“. Not lastly, there’s my friend from the past, Badfish, who shares his beautiful pictures as he journeys and gives his perspective of peoples and countries most of us may never get to know from across the world.
Not mentioned are the many more people I’ve connected with since I started to write this particular blog.
From time to time I’ve been prone to and will reblog other’s posts; if you weren’t named trust me, you’re still very important to me.
Do you ever start, stop then after awhile start again, figurin’ it’s been long enough?
That’s me. I’ve got three half started blogs, no five. This is one of them. So now there’s four.
Lately I’ve had so much on my plate. Working on what I should be working on, screenplays and trying to battle moles and gophers from my yard and finding a way of getting my yard looking half way decent within the restricted water parameters in California.
I debated on graveling the front and/or the back, but my neighbor spent thousands on just a small 6 X 15 foot stretch in his front yard and I’ve got 5 times the yard. No, I’m not ready to do that yet. It is interesting but California had us restrict our water usage and Californians being conservation minded complied, then the water board proceeds to announce that all our water rates will rise to compensate for the lack of revenue! We can’t win!
This is one of those times I wish I were back in Alabama where rainfall is consistent enough to not need irrigation or outside water sources.
It’s time for a breather.
I had a sweet Young lady visiting from France, Julia Pajot. We met on LinkedIn and became friends. After communicating for some time she came out for a visit. She was recognized for her music in an animated short that is making the film festival circuits. The following link as a beautiful piece and the pas de dux is a short she won an award for.
She’s an amazing, young composer.
Through and with her, I had the grand privilege of attending some Academy animated film screenings. One at Dreamworks and another at The Writer’s Guild. Later we would view her animated short at the Beverly Hills Film Festival.
At one point I had to say “time out”, I’m not as young as I used to be and I had trouble keeping up with her. She was patient with me. <grin>
(If I’d known I’d get a red carpet pic, I’d have worn something different.)
We’d have fun for a couple of days and then I’d have to rest a couple of days. Seriously.
How she managed to stay up until one or two in the morning networking and hobnobbing, I don’t know. That’s not true. I do remember those days when I had no trouble staying out late. <sigh>
I too, was patient and I didn’t blame her, you got to make hay while the sun shines, and she had to make the best use of her time while here. She is now back in France but her efforts paid off and she is now in the process of getting a work visa to return.
In the meantime, the gophers and moles have been contained… for the time being anyway and my lawn is acquiring some color again.
I also got back into exercising but only for awhile. I think I’m prone to going at it like I was killing snakes and ended up overdoing and now have to take time out to heal my poor body. Ugh!
Isn’t it funny how our minds still think young and our bodies belie us? What am I saying? Didn’t I keep up with those young ladies at the Hollywood Dance a Thon for more than six hours?! Of course, it did take a week to recover.
So I take time off to let my shoulder, hip and knees recover and next time I start out at a much slower pace. That was the beauty of having a trainer, she made sure I didn’t hurt myself. I can keep up and do the work, but after a few weeks my body doth protest. A bigger sigh. <grin>
It was lots of fun, but now it’s time to get back to work. C’est la vie! Oh well.