Monday, July 27, 2020

Spontaneous Blog Post

It has been a couple of months since I created a blog post, so I thought I would try something different and write a post completely off the cuff. Usually I labor over my posts for days, sometimes spending hours contemplating a single word. True, many of these hours are actually spent nodding off in front of my laptop and accidentally drooling on my keyboard, but nonetheless, my intentions are pure.

Normally my blog posts are topical, addressing either what is going in the world or my own life when I sit down to write. These days, however, what's going on in the world is too depressing to write about and what's going on in my life is not very much to write about. My days Monday through Friday are pretty much the same. I wake up, shower, and make that long 40-foot commute from my bedroom to my den. Then I work for eight or nine hours, have dinner, watch TV with the family, go to sleep and do it all over again the next day. Lather, rinse, repeat.

But those weekends...oh those wild weekends. On Saturdays and Sundays I usually sleep in a whole hour later than on weekdays. I read. I surf the internet. I eat dinner and watch TV with the family. On Friday nights we watch a movie instead of episodic television. Sometimes we play a board game in the evenings instead of watching TV. It's a crazy time, I tell you! 

Actually, last night something exciting did happen. My wife yelped in surprise and alarm. I was in the midst of feeding the cats at the time, but as any good husband would (or at least should), I immediately ditched the cats to see what caused my wife's cry of distress. It turned out there was a large cricket on the wall behind the television. Alarming though this may have been, it's much better than what usually causes my wife to yelp-- a scorpion sighting. While crickets are larger than scorpions, they are way less lethal, so I dispatched it confidently without fear of being injected with venom. It was quite the adrenaline rush for a Sunday evening.

So goes life in the Schwartzberg household in the surreal summer of 2020. It is a quiet existence punctuated by the occasional critter encounter. Normally I would insert a clever and/or humorous line here to neatly tie up my blog post and end it on a high note, but since I'm writing spontaneously and not spending hours over each word I'll just end it by reassuring you that I did not forget my cats last night after the cricket incident and they were eventually fed. (This, of course, was due to their meows of surprise and alarm brought on by an empty food dish.)


2 comments:

  1. Oh how I miss your daily humor at the cubical farm!

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  2. Oh how I miss your daily humor at the cubical farm!

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