While covering the Independence Day Camp Patriot Fun Run, about a half-dozen people came up to me and asked, “Don’t you ever take a day off?”
Now I don’t feel so guilty about posting just once last week.
My blogging guru Nathan Bransford on Friday also pointed out the quiet week in the Blogosphere, and linked to Eric at Pimp My Novel, who explains to aspiring authors like me why it seems the publishing industry has taken the summer off: It’s summer. The entire publishing industry has taken the summer off.
So, since everyone has turned their attention to summer, here’s what I observed/learned over the holiday weekend:
- Chicken is best barbecued over indirect flame.
- A gopher can pile up a mound of dirt smack dab in the middle of your lawn without creating any obvious hole leading to its tunnel.
- Ten-month-old hound dogs get into a lot of trouble-without meaning to.
- You can have six-pack abs or a half-gallon of ice cream in the freezer, but you can’t both.
- Frogs that fill the canyon with ribbits at nightfall on Sunday, have turned in by 2:44 a.m. (when I get up).
- It is very hard to go to bed at 8 o’clock in the summertime with the pungent aroma of barbecue filling the neighborhood. And frogs. Don’t forget the frogs.
- It takes longer in the garden this summer than it did last summer to straighten up from a stooped position.
- My Facebook Friends have a lot more fun than I do on holiday weekends (though I did rough out another chapter in one of my projects).
- Snakes either can’t hear or don’t understand the irrevocable consequences of an approaching lawn mower.
- Weekends, even at three days, are never long enough.