Update This, Buddy

Here’s how the Blog Update conversation has gone around here recently:

Day after we update:
C: It feels so nice to not have the blog hanging over our head.
M: Agreed.  All that pressure to come up with something to say.  Who needs it?
C: I’m not going to wait so long next time.

One week later:
C: We should update.
M: Didn’t we just do an entry?  Besides, there isn’t anything going on.
C: You’re right.  I’ll wait a bit longer.

Two weeks later:
C: Do we have anything to write about?
M: Nope.
C: Darn.  Well, we’ll have to think of something.  It’s been a while.

Three weeks:
C: Okay, we really need to write something or we are going to lose everyone.
M: We could write about how I put plastic up all around the porch to make a winter workshop.
C: That’s old news.  We missed the opportunity on that one.  No one cares about the winter workshop in April.
M: How about the kitchen?
C: We haven’t done anything else to the kitchen.
M: We can talk about what we will do to the kitchen.
C: Best to not get their hopes up.

Four weeks:
C: GAH! The blog pressure is back!  We are such slackers and need to write something.  We have to have done something!
M: We created the office.
C: Aha!  The office! Why didn’t I think of that?  I’ll start an entry.

Five weeks:
M: How’s that entry?
C: Oh man.  Writer’s block.  I’ve got nothing.  It’s crap.  Terrible, terrible crap.  Plus I’d rather watch Top Chef than write.
M: I hear ya on that! 

Six weeks:
C (muttering while curled up in a fetal position on the floor): Need to write, need to write, need to write.
M: Perhaps you are taking this whole blog thing a little seriously?
C: If we don’t write anything we’ll lose the narrative thread of the blog.  And then WHAT WILL HAVE BEEN THE POINT OF THE WHOLE THING?!?!
M: Okay, really, I think you might need to relax about it.  You’re scaring the baby.
C: I am going to write this stupid entry if it kills me.  I am going to make this office entry exciting!
M: M-kay.  You do that.
C: Uh oh.
M: What?
C: I don’t really remember what we did to the office.

Six weeks and one day:
M: How’s that entry coming?
C: I don’t want to talk about it.

As you can see, we are suffering from a bit of mud season ennui.  Hang in there.  We’ll be back.

PS- Oh yeah.  We made ourselves an office.  Someday you might hear about it.

PPS- Here’s a photo of Annabel the Speed Demon on her Uncle Clinton’s boat during our recent trip to Florida.  Does this at all save this entry?