Someday, someday

I keep telling myself, self, I’m going to make this blog pithy and fun and popular, someday.

Well, how many years has it been? Four? Six? (the archives of the previous incarnations are not here, as I felt they represented the early, non-pithy, non-amusing phase quite well.)

Still here, still not popular, still not quite as amusing as one would hope. But then, I got over that and lapsed into the Blue Period — long moany posts and gripes about traffic and whatnot. Things you no doubt hear over the dinner table at night, if you have any other living bipedal units in your vicinity.

There are other things I said I’ld accomplish someday. A partial list:

Finish the afghan. (times four, at last count - I’m emptying closets and still finding yarn, and this after the Great Yarn Stash Reduction of 05)
Keep a journal. Which I’m doing, honest — I’m keeping it in its original pristine condition
Write a real, original novel I can send away for others to look at. I’ve written partial novels that I gave up on prior to their achieving a state at which I would feel comfortable sharing them with anyone with a brain.
Clean out my car. The thing looks like I haven’t cleaned it in years — but I have, just not recently.

There are other things I could list - if I could only remember them.