Like writing a blog. Well not really, I’ll WRITE a blog, as my friends all say I should, but, MAN ALIVE, I couldn’t be bothered to set up a blog account. Height of lazy? Perhaps. Or maybe in life, it’s all about getting the right push at the right time.
Take cleaning the fridge for example. HATE IT! And yet I’m willing to do it for a friend, which, if you think about it, is the pinnicle of NASTY. In your own fridge, at least you have a shot at knowing what that thing once was in the orange tupperware. Gravy? why did it turn green? or is that green bean casserole? While excavating your own cold composter, you can make the decision to just chuck any given container. After all, the smell alone may just kill you. But you take better care with your friends stuff sometimes, better than you do with your own.
Hence the blogging. My best friend Trish has been saying for some time (amongst others) that I should blog. I would retort, “If only I had a blog to blog in.” and leave it at that. Bless her heart, Trish pulled the trigger on the setup.
So I blog now.
Here’s hoping it turns out to be better than the stuff that is right now composting in the back of my fridge. And thanks, Trish, for the great gift you’ve given me. I’ll try to take better care of it than last week’s KungPao.