Help Wanted
I'm falling behind. I spent the better part of half an hour tonight driving in circles, looking for an easy address, and I think it's a sign.
There's a lot to do, and batteries to recharge, and territory to reclaim. Most of this is in my front yard, but some's in the back. A fair amount is in my house, and most of it is in my head.
There are lots of things I don't do anymore, of course. Most aren't choice as much as evolution, changing, aging, re-thinking, getting out of a habit, getting into a habit, etc. Here's a short list of what I don't do that I used to:
- Watch sports on TV.
- Watch the news on TV.
- Read "Star Trek" novels.
- Call my friend Paul.
- Eat red meat.
- Go on meandering drives with my son.
- Cook.
- Listen to my daughter sing.
- Get the mail.
- Listen to Billy Joel's "Italian Restaurant" twice a week (at least).
- Sing.
- Use the telescope.
- Use the grill.
- Use the George Foreman grill.
- Eat fruit.
- Buy peanut butter and chocolate ice cream.
- Talk on the phone to my dad.
- Pay any attention at all to Larry King.
- Watch Letterman.
- Drink lots of water.
- Pray, plead, attend church regularly, worry about strangers, check the oil, or dream really good dreams.
- Make a decision.
- Write like I used to.
So I made a decision. I'm going to shove a brick against the clutch, put the Chevy up on blocks, cover the whole thing with a tarp and hope I remember to rotate the tires.
I'm taking a break from the blog, for a month, starting June 27. Why June 27th? Funny you should ask. Because it's a Monday? Ha.
OK, because it's a Monday. And a decision.
And July 26th will be my birthday, and my wife will leave town for a meeting that day, and you guys know how I love to write about that...
Anyone who knows me, or even reads this blog with a careful eye, will understand that the only thing that never changes with me is that I never change. I am Routine in all his glory, basking in that Beckett world of same ol', same ol'. I do the same thing every day, or, in a lot of cases, don't do the same thing every day (yes, I'm talking about changing my socks, but my socks can go a couple of days. They don't live in shoes most of the time).
So I want guest bloggers. I know, I know; this isn't a major blog. How arrogant of me to assume that any of you would want my space, particularly since if you saw my space in a literal, non-virtual way, your first reaction would probably be to either buy a blowtorch or a really, really good vacuum cleaner.
Still. Want a place to stay in July? It's friendly, and lived in, and the people who drop by are nice and funny and thoughtful. Nobody will turn down the covers at night, and you'd best not eat something you find in a plastic container in the refrigerator, but you can have it if you want.
Wanna blog but don't have the energy to keep up your own? Have a desire to expand your audience, tread new ground, say bad words that you can't say because your parents read your blog? I welcome you.
Not too many bad words, though.
E-mail me (on the left sidebar). I'd love to have my fellow bloggers sit in for a day, and even more to have readers who have no space to take some of mine. My mom and sister by themselves could do a great job. Not to mention my fellow bloggers, and my son and my daughter, my wife (of course), and my blogless friends.
Call it an experiment in community. It can be anonymous; no problem. Or it can be filled with links to your own site; your choice. I get to be editor; I draw certain lines, broad ones, non-judgmental ones (I'd like to think), but it's still got my name on it. You can can spout your political beliefs, describe your dreams, eulogize your cats, try out questionable poetry, editorialize about the Jackson verdict, show off your photography or recycle your best stuff.
Mostly, though, just come in for a bit. You might meet some new people, and they might meet you. Think of it as change.
Some of you will be getting an e-mail from me soon, asking. Some of you will be getting multiple e-mails. Some of them will have sort of a progressive nature, and not in a really nice way, so I urge you to go first. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, but I'm filling this space and it ain't gonna be me.
Write me. Write you. Right on. We have two weeks to sort this out, and then I'm going to get serious.
NOTE: It will actually be Sunday, June 26, for reasons that are too complicated to explain but if you want to think it involves Free Masons and the back of a dollar bill that'd be fun.
9:06:40 PM 
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