Worst. Blogger. Ever.

May 28, 2008

Filed in: Alaska, The Home Front, The Way We Live Now

How bad is it? It’s this bad: my teenaged child emailed me the other day from the “contact me” section of my own web said and said it was lame that I haven’t been blogging. That bad.

I know I’ve been gone a long, long time. I wasn’t kidnapped—I was run over, mauled, spit out, and left for dead by the runaway engine that is Swellville local politics at its most furious. Post-election, I am crawling across the floor to my laptop like some kind of aging, transgendered, slightly-less-hairless Wile E. Coyote, but yeah, thanks for asking, I’m still breathing.

If you truly want to read the nitty-gritty details, you can go here, where to my dismay I was named by name, but really, why would you? My own mother prefers to pretend I’ve taken up gardening (except, she keeps wondering, where are the actual plants?)

Speaking of which, while all this infighting and outrage has been going on, a spectacular spring busted out all over Swellville, almost out of spite, it seems. Now there are fourteen days till school gets out and less than a month till we embark on our Alaska vacation. Again in the immortal words of Wile E., “Arrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” [Insert mental images here: high cliff, long fall, puff of smoke.]