Dear Ava & Readers,
Good god, people. I almost forgot how to log into to Typepad. Then when I did, I didn't know where to go. And I'll be real honest, ever since Typepad made some sweeping changes, I sort of never felt like trying to figure them out. That's my fault. So while I'm being honest here...
I told Ava I wouldn't discuss it & I'd put up a normal post. But how do you put up a normal post when you haven't posted in months? I don't know how to, so I won't. I haven't been around & there's no good solid reason. I have the time. I have stuff to say. But I haven't feel the need to type it out. I haven't knit is forever & it doesn't even feel strange. In the past, if I went two days, I felt dope sick. (I'm assuming since I've never done a drug that could make me dope sick). I don't have a twinge of icky when I haven't let wool glide through my fingers. I've worked on dishrags, but nothing that gets my wooly juices going. So what the hell, Lola?
I'll blame Flickr. I post over there almost on a daily basis. I'm honest over there. Don't worry, I've always been honest here. Maybe to a fault. Weren't there a couple post that I had to put Poo Warnings in the title? Didn't I apologize for saying, "cunt" a few times? Yes, I'm honest. But there's no fake names on Flickr & that's really my problem. I'd love to cross-post there, but I can't. And I won't. Our mother occasionally checks my Flickr page. And if she'd ever click on a link & end up here, we'd have an enormous problem. Like an epic problem that we might not recover from. She'd feel left-out & hurt. And no one likes those feelings especially a mother. But it is nice to blog. Even right now, I feel a little better airing these Bloggy woes. So what to do?
Ava & I talked about doing another public blog. Something that we could tell Mom about. I doubt she'd check it everyday. And I'm pretty sure we'll write something that will piss her off. I'm also sure that she'll comment & that will piss us off. That's the cycle of Mothers & Daughters after all.
What do you think, Ava? You think anyone would still care what we have to say? Do we do it or not? I know I told you I'd wait, but I'm your baby sister. Baby sisters aren't the rational ones.
All photos are from my Flickr page.
Lola (not my real name)