Having a “blank” week. Okay, that’s not entirely true. I can think of things to write about, but I have no desire to author negative stories, which send downbeat messages and prompt discouraging feelings. There’s enough pessimism out there. Nor do I want to comment on celebrity doings. Enough sites and blogs do that—ad nauseum in fact.
I’d thought of writing about those magnificent firefighters, the Granite Mountain Hotshots, who had lost their lives last week battling the Yarnell Hill (Hell) wildfire. How could one not be overwhelmed by such remarkable heroism? How could one not cry upon seeing those long white hearses drive along streets lined with persons paying emotional homage to these courageous fallen individuals? A poignant tale to say the least.
There’s also a cute story (maybe Daddy’s not that enthralled at the moment) of a toddler in Portland who pressed an app on her father’s smartphone and bought him a ’63 Austin Healey Sprite. Fortunately, the dollars owed for the hunk-of-junk (as it currently stands) is minimal. On a positive note: it’ll make for a great restoration projection.
Maybe I should write more about food. Love it. But not enough that I’ll become an obesity statistic. In fact, we just returned from a chow-down in a place where we made a new friend: Mr. Cockroach. I know, I know; not always avoidable. But do they have to crawl along your limbs? Couldn’t they just say hello from a distance?
The world is my oyster and I’m drawing a blank. Guess I’ll just have to give into blogger’s block this week. C’est la . . . dang, what’s that word again?