Thinking about the fact that I haven’t blogged for almost a week, and wondering why. A glance at entries on the calendar indicates a week of appointments and social occasions and an off Cape funeral. A race to the finish line kind of week.
But I’m afraid that it’s a bit more than that. I’m slipping out of the habit of blogging. When I started this blog, I viewed it as a daily commitment. It slowly, but surely, has evolved into basically (if not actually) every other day. I aimed for fifteen entries in a thirty day month. Lately, things have been slipping into occasional territory.
It’s easy to blame the summer for my neglect. Meals tend to revolve around grilling and simple vegetables and salads. Old standbys that I don’t think about blogging. The occasional picture will lead me into a poetic flight of fancy, but that involves sitting at my computer long enough to log onto the blog.
But Labor Day looms, and life will take on a slower pace. The mental shift towards fall has already started in the food department. I made a chicken pie last night. It had appeal in spite of (or maybe, because of) our air conditioned cocoon that helped us forget the heat and humidity lurking outside our door.
It was a simple chicken pie. Shredded rotisserie chicken, vegetables, Pillsbury pie crust. But it was a little precursor of things to come. Who knows. Getting back to the stove might be the first step to more frequent blogging.