For the record, I am forcing myself to write this entry.
It’s a peculiar experience for me, normally so full of ideas (one of my biggest personal weaknesses actually – too many ideas), usually brimming with more things to create than I can possibly do in two lifetimes, but over the last month I’ve had a significant internal disconnect going on. In fact, even now, I’m coming up short with anything meaningful to write about.
If there’s one thing I learned from Public School however, it is this: If you have no new ideas, just discuss history under the guise of learning to avoid the mistakes of the past. It’s a time waster, but maybe it will shock the senses – my dulled writing senses, that is.
A look at history – Metroknow-style
Two years ago, nearly to the day, we were stuck in a snow and ice storm in Seattle. We were “homeless,” meaning between homes – our home in Southern California had sold, and we were on the hunt for a new home in the Portland area. We were in Seattle staying with my parents and making excursions down to PDX.
It was also sometime right around this time of year that we discovered our house here, the one that we eventually settled into.
Two years and one new child later, I am writing this on the eve of another snow storm, waiting for December’s Arctic blast to roll in and freeze the hill at the middle school so that I can take my son sledding.
I am going to stop here, press “publish post” – and see if I can’t force myself to get interested. In anything.