WARNING:  There is a severe blog rant warning in effect.  Please, don’t travel.

This morning, I went to the kitchen to find that all of my muffins have been eaten.  I cursed the gods and cut my hair.  I then decided to make myself a couple slices of delicious peanut butter and raspberry jam toast.  I went to the cupboard to retrieve the fresh, home-made loaf of bread that Leah made yesterday–that’s right, home-made.  I got the bread knife to slice a couple of peices.  Turns out the toaster is stuck on bagel so it only toasted one side–oh well.  I carefully apply the peanut butter and then the jam (to the un-toasted side).  I look behind me to see that I had left a light on in the dining room.  I pick up my plate and my glass of orange juice and turn around to flip the switch off but the toasted side was very slippery and they slipped off my plate!  I tried to balance them, a juggler without a hope.  They fell to the floor, jam side down.  NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

I killed a fattened calf and drank the blood!  That was gross.  Then I cleaned up the wasted PB & J.  And I made myself another two slices.  They were delicious.

The End.  

For the rest of the week we are seeing mostly sunny and calm blogs.  If we get a high air pressure system from the north we may see a turn for the worse, but there is only a small percent chance of that. 

Do you ever notice when you put things in action things start to happen.  Sitting on my keester (sp?) doesn’t get me very far.  For instance, though I was sitting during the time, all this blogging I have done has got me an invitation to be part of an U of C study about the internet and blogging.  Perhaps that scientist fellow was right–for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.  So is my action of blogging creating this reaction from the UofC?  Your comments?

There are reasons I was an English student. 

Or how about being a writer.  Not only am I interested in writing but also the writing community (of which Calgary’s is very fragmented).  Leif and I are investigating the possibility of starting an open mic/reading event in the city after discovering an amazing little pub near my apartment.  Action and reaction.

When it’s cold outside, I shiver.  Action and reaction.  The circle of life people.  Just watch out for a squall.

The other night at the Daphne Marlatt reading, Daphne said something interesting.  She said, Rhett… No, no.  She said, writers are obsessive.  She thinks we tend to continue to come back to that which obsesses us.  Even if we try to get away from it, it will always pulls us back.  I wonder if that is true?  In some ways, I don’t want it to be.  I want to write about a range of things but–even if I do– at the heart, will it still be about what sits deepest within?  Is this what happens to those authors who only have one great book in them.  I have heard it suggested that Margaret Laurence, after the Manawaka books, had nothing else to write.  Maybe she worked out her obessions or maybe she just had cancer…

I am pretty sure I am obsessive.  I guess I will find out about the rest later.