I’m Not A-Mused

So I avoided a Middle-aged Musings Monday by talking about a cheesy movie. That was fun. I had another movie for Tuesday. Today I got nothin’. Time for mid-week musings? Not so much.

I actually had another movie, a non-cheesy one this time. After finishing Tuesday’s post I had written the first paragraph, just to be pro-active. Today I sat staring at that paragraph with the next sentence ringing in my head and I could. not. make. myself. write. it. What the hell, self? Is that Writer’s Block? It wasn’t Writer’s Blank, my usual malady, when I can’t even think of the next sentence. It’s not that other nameless scourge, where I write something down then erase it (although I feel another bout of that coming on… keep… fingers.. from… backspace…). Oh dear. How dreadfully boring for you, the reader. If you’re even still reading by now.

In my defense, it has been a hairy couple of days. Tuesday I was getting ready to leave work, thinking that I might run, I would make my blog post, I might work on the murder mystery I’m writing, I would probably type up the minutes of the Ilion Little Theatre Board Meeting (I hope no board members read this blog; I ought to have typed them up three weeks ago)… and for some foolish reason, I checked for messages on my cell phone, which I almost never get anyways…

And found out Steven’s sister and her husband were in town from Vermont. Eek! We knew they were THINKING ABOUT visiting, but for some silly reason thought they would let us know before they actually showed up. They were staying at the KOA Kampgrounds (I believe it’s spelled with a K in this case) just out of town but naturally wanted to see the house. They had found Steven at his place of employment. He has no cell. There is no other way to reach him.

I was actually laughing about this. I have that reaction sometimes. When I walk outside and it is raining or snowing, I often laugh. I went home, looked at the mess and stopped laughing. I may have mentioned Wonder Woman Hour, where you clean frantically and quickly. I had Wonder Woman Hour and a Half. I was exhausted! Then Steven came home and said, “Change in plans. We’re going out to their camp.” Oh, sure! On the brighter side, now parts of the house are clean.

I would like to write at greater length about the campgrounds my in-laws stayed at but feel I would like to learn more about the place first. For now suffice it to say we had a nice visit and drove home discussing a quick stop at Arby’s.

And hit a deer.

It was scary! I never hit a deer before. Steven was driving. I didn’t see a thing, I just felt the car jerk and hear a LOUD bang.

“What was that?” In a loud, panicked voice.

“We hit a deer.”

I don’t even want to talk about it. I didn’t even want to write that much, but my fingers now seem to have minds of their own (although minds that seem to be cooperating with each other… OK, bad metaphor).

Anyways, this is why I can’t write a post. The deer ate my homework (ooh, maybe that should have been the title). I’m still shook up and still trying to get done the things I meant to work on when I was instead frantically cleaning and visiting with relatives (two very worthwhile things to do; I’m not repining, only regrouping). I see a light at the end of the tunnel (probably an oncoming train), and hope to have better Mohawk Valley adventures to relate by the end of the week. Thank you for your patience.