A quick apology to all my friends who read my blog and comment on my posts. I have fallen behind this past week in responding to your lovely comments as well as reading your blogs.
My 40-hour a week or more, bring-home-the-bacon-job has managed to keep me suitably involved in the more mundane aspects of life. I have been pretty much dropping off to sleep in the early evenings or watching an hour of television before a visit with Mr. Sandman.
Additionally, I have been getting ready for the British Invasion this August. No, I’m not referring to the return of what’s left of the Beatles to the United States. It’s a much more daunting and important matter: it’s the visit of Heather B Costa to the USA. Well, more precisely, her visit to see yours truly.
Such a flurry of activity! My husband asked me if it was my friend who was coming to visit or the Queen of England.
I can understand why.
I’m going to let you in on a secret. Shhh!
The cowardly truth is that I’ve been using the excuse of Heather’s upcoming visit as a rationalization for refurbishing our house. When Mr. Loveton asks why a visit from one small Brit should result in such upheaval to his personal life and habits, I smile and say, “It’s a matter of National Pride, dear. We owe it to the flag to make a good impression on the Mother Country!”
This appeal to his Yankee pride always does the trick and he grumbles with good nature as I pick out new carpeting, new flooring, new patio furniture, not to mention various other little items that have given my house a lovely new facelift.
Heather, I know you’ll forgive me for using you in this fashion! The truth is, I’ve been wanting to do a refurb – and you, my lovely friend, are the excuse I’m using to lull the unsuspecting Mr. Loveton into financing all the improvements I’ve been wishing to undertake the past few years. (Ah, Kate: Unscrupulous Cleverness is truly thy name!)
You, dear reader, are thinking I’ve digressed from the topic at hand – that of my being late. But stay with me – there is a point to all these meandering scribbles.
Did you ever stop to consider how much darned work goes into getting your house re-carpeted? Good grief! All the furniture has to be moved from room to room. This means drawers have to be taken out of chests and stacked elsewhere while the room is emptied so the carpeting can begin. Those of us with a strong streak of masochism use this exercise in drawer removal as a means for re-organizing. So, for the past week, I’ve been emptying the contents from drawers (and closets!), deciding what to keep and what to give to Good Will – and what to trash.
Have I mentioned that I’m exhausted? Well, I am. Working all day and then working in the evenings in preparation for the Great Carpeting Event has quite taken it out of me.
And all the while, my email account continues to fill with notifications of blog posts from my favorite bloggers as well as kind comments on stories I’ve written. And like that pesky Wonderland Rabbit, I feel the weight of Time dragging me down the proverbial rabbit hole.
Dear readers and friends, all this to say that I shall be catching up with everyone during the next few days. I’ve missed you, and hope to climb out of my rabbit hole very soon.
Blame my silence on Time which (as they say) waits for no man! Or, in this case, woman. Blame it on a life too full of daily obligations. Better yet, blame it on Heather, who has unwittingly become the nexus for my cleaning and refurbishing binge!
Whoever or whatever you blame it on, please expect me to be stopping by soon to say ‘thank you’ for reading my fiction or to comment on something wonderful you’ve written. After all, even Alice and that frenzied rabbit eventually found their way out of the rabbit hole!