MindSpinner

I could write a post about the beginning of school and how busy this year is going to be - but I’m not in the mood.

I could write about the student who was head over heels in love with an older boy last year and who is now, at fifteen, soon to become a mother. It’s a new, old story, and never less disturbing than the time before. But I’m not in the mood.

I could write about how fast the weeds are growing this year in the garden or how Mirai corn turned out (mild in terms of its “corn” taste, quite sweet, delectably crisp tender), but I’m not in the mood for that either.

I could write about how Catapult Kid hasn’t written another letter but surely will soon because he’ll want a little cash or more toothpaste and deodorant. (I’m pretending that I can’t possibly divine such things and must wait for a letter to inform me.)

I could write about George Bush and how I wish he’d decide to captain a manned mission to Mars tomorrow morning at 9:00 a.m. because that’s the nicest, least violent way I can think of to get rid of him, about wars and how quintessentially stupid they are and how unfair to everybody except the idiots shooting at each other, about Plan B and how it ought to be approved, about how unfair it is that Beowulf and Grendel is not coming to a theater near me while The Ant Bully debuts instead.

But I’m not in the mood.

I could write about why I’m not in the mood, but I’m not in the mood for that either.

The very nice thing about blogging is that blog posts aren’t daily columns due to an employer or assignments I turn in for a grade. No. A blog is my place for writing when I’m in the mood. Or, for that matter, my place for writing about not being in the mood to write.

No doubt once school is in full swing, I’ll be writing to give my writer’s self a chance to breathe and be, but for now, I’m going to clean house, do a little shopping, unload lumber from the car, and prepare for school tomorrow. NPR and the cat are going to keep me company.

Best wishes to all for a pleasant Sunday.