Column for 8-25
Writing a weekly column, while extremely entertaining, can also be a bit difficult at times.
Do I write about surviving a week's vacation with my entire family on the shores of one very small lake?
While there were a few minor arguments and the dogs only ran off three or four times, it just doesn't seem worthy of an entire column.
What about my family's homemade ice cream social?
Picture my 70-something great uncle, who is a bit like the Tasmanian Devil, hopped up on sugary toppings monitoring three canisters of churning yumminess.
Still, not sure it's quite column-worthy.
My only sibling moving away to college leaving my mom and dad with nothing to do but, well, call us?
Ehhh. I'll give them a break this week — they've suffered enough.
How about the area's most recent encounter with Mother Nature?
Riding out the storm, in the dark, under my reporter's desk would probably make for some humorous reading, but it's just not quite as fun to mock myself.
A column on my male counterpart riding out the storm in the cab of his truck, with our terrified Shih-Tzu, would have taken the cake for this week, had I been there. Darn the luck.
Living for 28 hours off a generator, thats sole purpose was to keep the fish tanks circulating and not providing any real electricity for us, is really no laughing matter.
We won’t even begin to go into life without Facebook, YouTube and Gmail.
So what's next?
What about partaking in a night golf tournament with my other half?
Glow in the dark golf balls, metal rods and motorized carts on a large, open area. What's not to like?
Unfortunately, lightning called off that adventure before anything really humorous could take place. I didn't even get the chance to "accidentally" send the ball sailing toward The Man's cart.
And what am I to write about when the dogs are on their best behavior?
It was a bit of a challenge to corral nearly 100 pounds of four-legged fur balls through PetCo, but no one was tackled, licked or even slobbered on. Boring.
I suppose that just leaves politics or maybe even earthquakes, but where's the fun in that?
So here I am, still without a topic to write my weekly column on.
What is a girl to do?
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