But here's the thing: I know my cousin couldn't give a rat's behind what my house looks like, or whether I make something delicious for dinner and breakfast...although I'm sure "delicious" would be preferred over the alternative. Nevertheless, when company comes, it's an excellent time to get things done you've been meaning to get done for the past five years. That will give you some idea how often company shows up here at the Three Cats Ranch...although we issue invitations on a minute-by-minute basis. It's probably the cats. Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's the cats. Or maybe people are just afraid they'll end up pictured on the blog. I don't know, but those are my guesses.
In any case, I'm here today to tell you that the reason I'm able to blather on here day after day after day, year after year after year is because I take pictures of everything I do throughout the day, no matter how large or small, significant or insignificant, interesting or boring...it'll end up on my camera. And then I upload the pictures to my blog, and the story tells itself. Well. This morning I looked at my camera screen to see what exciting things I'd done yesterday while strenuously avoiding anything resembling housework, and this is what I saw:
"Memory contains no images"
And I said, in the most exasperated tone I could muster, "Well, you don't have to be so snotty about it."
So here I sit, empty-headed, in my messy house, still strenuously avoiding anything that might resemble housework.
Not only that, but because I am an expert at prattling, I've managed write several paragraphs just so I could tell you that I'm taking a break from blogging for a couple of days. I'll probably be back on Tuesday or Wednesday. Given my warning of a few days ago, I didn't want you to think I'd been smothered by the heliotrope that ate Los Angeles.