I miss writing, I really do.  But in order to write these days, I’d have to give up sleeping.  And that won’t do at all.

Le sigh.

Holy crap!  I just figured out how to read the data graphs that are hidden away inside pages on this website!  That more than 50 people still read this blog!  That there have been over 10,000 hits on this site in about a year and half!  I’m like a fraction of a fraction of a fraction semi-pro!  Hello you readers I didn’t even know were there!  Who are you, and why you never write?

Today is a glorious day.  The sun is shining and the birds are chirping and that is not just some cheesy opening to a really bad short story.  It’s true.  We’ve had one hell of a winter here this spring and we’ve been none too happy about it.  Just last night I went to a freezing cold baseball game in my down parka with the fuzz fake fur around the hood – you know, the one that goes down past my knees…and now, today, it’s over 50 degrees and I’m not even going to put on a jacket to go home from work!

Baby steps, people.

Mainers might actually keel over should we experience too much good weather in April. We’d die of sheer shock.  Therefore, we keep our comforters on our beds, our wood stoves stoked, and the wool socks in the drawer.  I think it’s so that when spring finally does arrive we do this:

And who doesn’t want a little of whatever it is Snoopy’s got?

I feel like Snoopy here does today; about my little blog that could, the weather, and also the fact that there’s another baseball game tonight.  I am telling you:  if you need a bit of your faith in humanity restored, a Little League game is the way to go.  Baseball brings out the best in our community – from coaches to umps to announcers to players, all volunteers, by the way, and every one of them there so our kids can play their hearts out at something that brings us all joy.  Seems simple.  But the best things in life are.

I don’t watch much tv.  It’s a total time suck.  And I’m considering getting rid of my Facebook page for the same reason.  I tell you this in disclosure of the bizarro thing that just happened to me.

Halloween is in two days.  And the thing with me and candy is that I cannot be trusted near it, around it,  next to it, anywhere I can smell it.  Ask Guy, it’s frightening.  I’m like magnet to a white board.

I have been running a lot, thinking 2013 might be my marathon year, trying to keep my arse in shape…NOT wanting to eat candy…

Turns out, while I’m avoiding the candy store that is my  pantry (it’s a MUST – we live on Cedar Street), I’m thinking maybe I’ll just watch a little bit of television, maybe an update of Hurricane Sandy…maybe a quick shot of what’s happening in Obama vs Romneyville…

…THREE EPISODES OF LONG ISLAND MEDIUM LATER I’m all bug-eyed and salty from crying, and wondering what signs I’ve been missing from my departed loved ones.  Who IS this woman and how has she escaped my attention thus far?

Sweet Jesus, I hate Halloween.