Blog + Rut = Blut

I know I haven't written much lately. Every time you visit you just get more photography. When I look back each day in the On This Day category in the sidebar I am reminded of some of the witty things I used to have to say. It also reminds me that I had more people following me and commenting. I'm not really sure why I don't write much anymore. Maybe because I really don't have much to say. The days go by in a blur of daily chores (grocery, walking the dogs, etc.) and I figure no one wants to read about that, plus how much can you really say about any of those subjects?

I think I've lost my voice. Every time I sit down to blog no words come into my head. My fingers sit listlessly on the keyboard until I hit the "close" tab on my blogging program without writing a word. Am I depressed? No, I don't think so, but maybe. I have no reason to be.

I pick up my knitting and make mistakes, resulting in tinking backwards to undo what I just did that I didn't want to do. Today finds me contemplating ripping the whole project as it exists to this point, (about 1/4 of the way finished)  completely back to nothing and start over again. (sorry, sis!) If I weren't such a perfectionist and instead of trying to fix my little gaffe had kept on going, chances are no one would notice. Except for me that is, and therein lies my problem. I'm going to try again to save it when I'm done here but I don't hold out much hope. Damn.

Same thing happens lately when I start a book. I can't tell you how many books I've checked out of the library in the past few weeks only to take them back with only the first few pages read. None of them grabbed my interest. I pick them up, I put them down. Unread.

We are experiencing re-roofing interruptus at the moment. The roofers came on Tuesday and got the main roof of the house ripped off and back on again. The garage roof and sun room roof have yet to be done. Yesterday they didn't come because we had heavy rain (which we sorely needed). Today it's raining again, so no roofers. Not sure about tomorrow either weather-wise since they need one whole good day without rain to finish. In the meantime they've left all their ladders and assorted paraphernalia  around. They cleaned up as best they could but we still have bits of shingle everywhere. Kind of a mess.

We managed to get our new cabana up this weekend by the pool. Photos coming as soon as the rain and the Blut is over.

Thanks for listening.

Photo: Grape hyacinths and buttercups w/azalea at Skylands (where else??)

I like the photo. Nice use of depth-of-field.

You’ll feel better when you read MY next blog post - NONE of the words are mine! 

P.S.  Consider that you are just resting up for when the 17-year cicadas hit!  I’m sure you would have plenty to say then.  Supposedly you will have them in Jersey, but they won’t come so far east that we will see them here.  Time will tell whether that proves to be the case or not.

“Blut”...love that word!  Oh I totally wax and wane with my words too.  Just depends when the mood and inspiration hit.  Or when inspiration decides to take a vacay.  It happens.  Don’t fret about it.  In the meantime, your photos are great!!

Hmmmm…first of all, I can identify with your “blut.” Sometimes I feel the same way, that all I really have to talk about is the daily minutiae of errands and dog care, and who cares about that?! But so far I’ve been able to sift through the boring stuff and find just one or two little nuggets that seem to make a daily post. It’s an everpresent challenge, believe me! Ha!

I’m no expert, but some of your comments do suggest the blues, like your inability to focus. I think I’ve said this before, but when I lived in New Jersey and I felt like I was in a rut, it did me a world of good to get on the train and spend the day in New York City with my camera. I’d walk the streets and do some photography, maybe go to a museum, get lunch at some cute cafe. Maybe you just need a change of scenery.

Hubby dearest: thank you.

C, I hope the cicadas come; I"m looking forward to them. I know that normally they come in 7 year waves and the first year we moved here was one of those years. So, if all of it comes together we’ll be having lots of symphonies this summer!

Kathy, my inspiration has been on vacay for a while now. But thank you!

Steve, but when you do write about your daily minutiae it makes you real, you know? I think people like to read about those kinds of things because they get to be inside your life for a while. So I guess I should just go with it instead of letting my camera do the talking. I think I do have a case of the blues, but I don’t feel comfortable in the city by myself. Just call me a country mouse! I love the city, but not on my own. I agree though, a change of scene would do me good.

Well, that’s true—I think writing about minutiae CAN be important, because that’s how we connect with readers. You’re right. When I first started my blog I wrote little and just posted photos, but the entries strike me now as really boring. They needed more substance, even if that was minutiae.

And I understand about the city—my first instinct is always to go to the city, but that’s just me. Maybe more exploring in your area is in order!