Small problem. I'm not sure if I have an original thought provoking and possibly entertaining post for you today. This is due to the fact that not only did I spend last week playing catchup at work (which is why the posts of 6/20 thru 6/24 were written two weeks ago) but last week also featured the following escapades:
1} Stitches removed this week.
2} Son's graduation on Thursday.
3} Son's graduation party on Saturday.
4} Family friend celebrating her 80th birthday with a monster picnic blowout at the other town park called Churchill Park on Sunday
So naturally, I chose not to write any new blog posts last week for this week, which is why you didn't see anything at Shooting Suburbia this past weekend. Which left me with the predicament of what to do for Monday, since I'm well known for not skipping posting days just for the hell of it. While I was sitting at my computer two Saturdays ago (18th) feeling very blue (long private story that will stay just that), I tried to think of something that was somewhat upbeat and non-aggravating to write about.
Problem was, I couldn't think of anything really upbeat and non-aggravating to write about. The only thing that I did come up with was the scintillating idea of what I mentally write in my head while I'm out walking on Saturdays to do my morning errands. Which really wouldn't amount to much, so that idea quickly fell by the wayside.
Back to the drawing board I went, and unfortunately, spent the rest of that afternoon shooting blanks. Which brings us back to the problem of what to write for Wednesday, because in all seriousness, this post has turned into one big steaming pile of festering goo.
Oh well, I'll think of something to write for Wednesday. Not sure what it'll be, because this week my attention will be greatly diverted to the act of house sitting/animal sitting/teenager sitting. Why?
Because wife, mother and child are going to Sturbridge for a dance competition that will occupy their time right through the July 4th weekend.