03/03/09 it is

A quick little placemat  and then we shall return to our regular scheduled programming. Although any reader of W&W knows there is no regular scheduled programming on this here site though the author would very much like to make an appearance on more than the rare occasion. While many fellow bloggers have signed up for the crazy arduous nablopomo challenge, my ink appears to have runneth dry. I’ve done the 30-day blogging challenge before, I popped that cherry long ago and do not wish to repeat the experience but I would very much like to make the effort to post here more than once a week. These days, however, I seem far more interested in curling up with a book, listening to classical music and sipping tea*.

I suspect (hope) all this reading will reignite my will to write. But until that happens, I could not let another day go by without thanking you for your lovely comments to my last post. It appears the day the British boy and I first met won by a landslide and has become our official anniversary, which means that I’ll be getting flowers in March (KIDDING! anyone who knows me well enough knows that I expect something much more original – ha). As for how I shall refer to the man from here on out, I remain undecided. I should think it requires a testing period to see how the moniker fits. I quite liked the Donkey Kong suggestion but that doesn’t fly so well in high society and me and the bourgeoisie are like this, son! If he were French, it would be a non-issue as I am quite fond of the lovely term “chum”. However, given that he is the very opposite of French, I imagine I’ll be going the way of “my guy” (and on the blog, he will always and forever be the British boy or simply, Joe).

So there you have it. A reason to celebrate in March (and a damn good one at that). Woot!

Thank you all for being a part of our story.

Until next time… xo

* Actually, I have been rather diligent at posting every day here and I don’t know if it’s because I just love (read: am addicted t0) music s’darn much that I’d walk 20 miles in deep snow for it, or perhaps because I don’t put so much weight on what I write there so it flows better.  Either way, I’ve been there for the past 152 days strait, which means there is hope for me yet. I am capable of focusing when I set my mind on something. Now I just need to set my mind on writing and taking photos…. right after I finish reading this book.