Well, this one is really the 501st, but WordPress just notified me of this milestone yesterday and I can hardly believe it. Five hundred posts, most of which are about my life with bipolar disorder (will I ever run out of stories to tell about that?) but there are also some about my family and friends, doctors, pets, faith, and football. Who knew that entering a blogging contest on a dare would turn into something that I’m still doing on a semi-regular basis almost two years later?
I’m frankly amazed that I’ve been able to sustain interest in it for this long. I have a notoriously short attention span and I have a lot of trouble completing tasks I’ve started. Sometimes it takes me half a day to write a post because I get distracted and have to leave it for a while, which of course does nothing for the continuity of that post. If you’ve been a reader for any length of time, you can probably tell when I’m getting manic because my writing becomes disjointed, like I wrote pieces of the post at different times and then tried to string them together…..which is exactly what happens sometimes.
In the meantime, Will and I are still house-sitting for our son and son-in-law, who are on vacation in the Caribbean as I write this. The mouse is still with us, and the snake is shedding its skin…..yuck. I hope I don’t have to watch when it finally gets hungry and decides to stop playing with him. I know it’s the way nature works, and I don’t like mice any more than I do snakes if truth be told, but I can’t help hoping this one will make it till after we leave.
For their part, the dogs are settling down and not peeing or pooping in the house as much as they did at first. They’ve gotten used to us, and they follow us around the house as devotedly as they do their owners. Then there’s meal time, when even though we feed them at the same time we eat, we have five pairs of hopeful, pleading eyes on us as we finish our food. Still, I miss Rufus, our landlady’s old mutt, and I think Zinnie does too. He’s just as nosy when we’re eating, but at least he doesn’t beg…..just sits on the kitchen floor and looks at us with big brown eyes as if to say “I wouldn’t mind if you dropped that chicken leg on the floor”.
We’ll be here through the 1st, which means I’ll be blogging a little more often because I don’t have to type out posts on my phone like I do at home. This computer is very slow, but it’s still better than the phone. Plus, it keeps my mind off wishing I was on Ethan’s cruise ship!