Another day…and feelin’ tired
June 07, 2008
“Another day,” I said shortly after 8 this morning on my way to the bathroom.
I came back and laid down and just started thinking. The perspective of a writer is a bit different from a fan. Rather than just enjoying, I am determined and, uh required, to document and the fun gets intermingled with work and the days are very, very full. Yesterday was non-stop.
I am pondering on all this when, some five minutes later, the husband answers.
“Another day.”
I give him a look.
“Sorry, baby.... I’m movin’ a little slower today.”
I hear ya.
“Another day” is what you say when you don’t wanna get out of bed in the morning. It’s the first thought you have when you gotta get up and go to work and you are tired, tired. It’s obligation that keeps you moving. Obligation to whom? Well, there’s the family, the kids gotta be fed and the mortgage has to be paid, and the boss, who ain’t THAT bad—but I could use a new laptop cause the technology in this 5-year-old is not up to speed in this wireless world—but mostly, there is the obligation to self.
Whatever you do, you gotta know there are folks depending on you doing it, whether it is cleaning hotel rooms or writing stories. Somebody needs you to do what you are doing. I feel a great responsibility to you, the folks I know and those I don’t, who are emailing me and responding to the blog.
Several of you have written to say you couldn’t be here .... the crowd and the heat kept you away .... so I do see it as my responsibility to put you here. And if you have any ideas ... if there are things I can tell you about today, respond to this blog or shoot me an email at . We’ll try to oblige.
Makes we wonder on the economy, and the election. Hard to look around this campground, where generators run 24/7 and see any real hardship. Do we always find money for entertainment?
We have another dozen new neighbors. The campgrounds are packed, packed with lots of folks coming in last night. Traffic was backed up pretty good after ZZ Top but the flow was pretty fast.
I’m gonna go have some coffee now and try to come alive. Fruit and caffine for breakfast ought to do the trick.
And maybe a cold, cold shower.
What did our daddies used to say? Another day, another dollar......
Cya
