a blog with no name

I’ve written three articles this week on top of a 55-hour project week, a day full of gardening, an hour of parasailing through the South Sound (… the manifestation of pure glee!!), and a couple of hours of kayaking off Whidbey Island. And somewhere in the middle there, I managed to nurture a good friend from California, broken hearted after his boyfriend dumped him; catch up on two long overdue letters home; dine out with my guests from New York; and even grab a few hours sleep along the way. But, “GDI” (gosh darn it—hokey but “politically correct”) I could not for the life of me, come up with a topic for this week’s blog!

I could blog on how tired I am of hearing the term “PC”—but I’m so bored of hearing diluted, superficial, “politically correct” blandness that I can’t be “FB” (flippin’ bothered). And I’m even more bored by the people who hook their fingers in the air doing that wiggly rabbit-ear thing, as if they are wrapping quotes around the term “PC”. What’s wrong with having an opinion these days?

I could blog on how freeing it felt to parasail across the Puget Sound, shoulder-to-shoulder with seagulls, overlooking the Olympic Mountains and nose to-tip with the still snow-crested Mount Rainier—but I’m afraid I’m getting “SA” (somewhat addicted) to the adventure rush since I almost ditched the gardening day to soar amongst the clouds again.

I could blog on how perfect today was as I meditated while plucking roses in a gentle ocean breeze—but then I’d have to tell you how I moved a planter and disturbed a family of frogs who quickly scattered the lawn, driving me screaming into the street. And then you’d know what a “GBFW” (great big fat wuss) I am.

So in light of last week's blog, when I vowed to reassess priorities and do what’s important to me, I’ll just say how "GD" good life is, and how grateful I am for “TSTIL” (the simple things in life)—even if it’s not always “PC” to say so.