Just a quick follow-up to yesterday’s post. I wanted to quell any rumors that I’m closing down the site. My hosting is paid for until next March. Now, I might reconsider in March 2006 on whether or not I want to pay $7.95 a month to entertain you and get my ideas dunked, but I’ll revisit that next year. I’m with my son (see sidebar) on this one: the whole thing is just weird.

Too, you weren’t there the other night when I was lamenting the state of our laundry. Upon getting ready for bed, I was rummaging through my dresser and moaning that I had nothing to wear. My husband says, “Of course you have something.” So, my hand flew out of the drawer holding two garments and I yelled, “You-want-me-to-wear-a-sweater-or-a-turtleneck?!” It’s 90 degrees after the sun goes down. He laughed hysterically and in between breaths replied, “Blog that.” It’s just one of those situations where “you had to be there.”

I know it’s not that funny. But my point is that he’s still saying it, and it’s one of my criteria. Also in the comments, someone mentioned how books are better than blogs. I agree. So, I will amend the criteria by which I will continue blogging by saying that I’ll shut this thing down as soon as I get my first book deal or column. And unless publishers are posing as discount prescription dealers in my email box, I’d say that you have a good chance of me sticking around.

Now, the part about using discretion is not that I’m trying to tailor the writing to a particular audience; I’m amazed that there’s any audience at all. What I meant is that I hope to make the writing a reflection of my current thinking and activities, and if you think that the ruckus of the day is a dumb kitten, then I hope you’d tell me to get a life.

Even when I read my blog, sometimes I think I need a life.

No, the truth is that I’m finagling spreadsheets late at night, not reading Chesterton by the fireplace. In the past month or two, we’ve bought seven rental units, and already we’ve got all the possible case study material for Every Landlord’s Legal Guide. I frequently tell my husband, “Oh, please, let me write that up.” He replies, “It’s not funny yet.” I figure that the way things are going, I could write it up and everyone would just think I’m making it up for entertainment purposes anyway. Nobody would believe it’s that bad. And I will tell some juicy tales later, but right now, everyone would just feel real sorry for us. Trust me. And I need a maid right now, not sympathy.

So, speaking of real life, I need to answer a few emails. I haven’t had an internet connection today, so I’m a little behind. See, the dishwasher repairman finally came out yesterday for the fourth time to fix the new dishwasher that’s been out of service for a month now. (Yes, it’s under warranty. Do you think they’d take that long to fix it if they were collecting money from me?) So, I had the chance to give the repairman a piano lesson, and he entertained me and the kids by singing and jamming in Spanish.

After he left, a bad storm rolled in and I heard a few pops, so I went over to my computer to shut it down. Upon putting my finger on the pad (that thing you use instead of a mouse), lightning hit and sent me flying back and yelling. I got a bad shock, but to make the story more interesting, I’ll say that I was hit by lightning….indirectly. Three of the kids were wailing because of the boom and the kitten went into hiding. Hopefully, it’s permanent. The cat part.

Yep, my life is boring. I don’t even want to talk about what the lightning did to my newly installed computer chip in the dishwasher, but maybe when the repairman comes again at the first available appointment ten days away, he’ll have practiced some of the riffs I showed him. And for the next lesson, we’ll sing some Spanish blues.