I didn’t post yesterday, which is not to say that I didn’t write. After posting the synopsis of Kent’s latest Father’s Day and reading some of the usual Father’s Day tributes on Facebook, I commenced writing a deeply personal piece on my own father and how for years I considered Father’s Day the most insulting day of the year. The process was intense. Writing the piece was emotionally exhausting. Reading it was a major buzz-kill.
I decided not to publish the post, at least not here, not yet. I think it’s worth putting out there, but I hesitate for two reasons. First, I am paradoxically both a very public and very private person. Although I overshare my life on a regular basis, I draw a thick black line around certain subjects and discuss them with virtually no one. Second, it turns out a lot of people from the county where I grew up and where my parents still live read this blog (Thanks! So glad to have you!). I don’t feel that I owe my father anything; nevertheless, over the years, I have developed the quality of mercy. I learned it from my mother and from Kent.
I think the piece might be a candidate for the NY Times Motherlode blog. I sent them one glib, tongue-in-cheek piece months ago and got my first official rejection. I’ve been putting off sending in something else until I write something in the same vein as what the editor generally publishes.
The point is, after all that writing, when I decided not to post it, I had already written myself out for the day. Plus, I had 14 boxes of books to pack and another 8 of pantry items.
I just want to clarify that I am still writing though I may need to miss a day or two while I’m toting that barge and lifting that bale this week and next. On the schedule for the near future:
1. The idiot’s guide to saving money (No really. This girl is a moron whose frugality recommendations include smoking pot and stealing.)
2. Low maintenance vs. high maintenance living with kids: a comparison case study. We’ll see whether I’m happier constantly protecting my kids from my home and vice versa, oooooor baby proofing the crap out of their share of the carpeted rental. I’m already practicing my new catch phrase: ‘snot my house.
3. As soon as we close on the 27th, I intend to start posting Adventures in Real Estate: Parts II, III and IV, Getting the House Ready for Market, Listing the House, and From Contract to Closing. If you love a good real estate story, I can pretty much promise you’ll find Part III really, really gratifying.