Not Sure

I am a little skeptic about what to write today but I thought I would ramble because I have seen people do that for years on their blogs with successful results. Sure, it needs wit and sarcasm in buckets that I lack (I mean, wit and sarcasm, not buckets), but I can try, because if a spider can do it and King Bruce can do it, then, surely I could too. Though, I’m not sure I will attempt it seven times–I am not a serial killer! Only when I have nothing to write about but a wish to talk and my daughter and husband are out, safe from the tirade of words that sometimes escape me…

You see, sometimes I just feel this urge to speak about nothing and everything and nothing in general. I comment on weather, household work, workload, office mails, lack of mails, lack of phone calls, too many phone calls, school uniforms, school books…

Those are the days when my husband bolts out of the house on the pretext of taking my daughter to school and skips breakfast because he is “busy”. That is when my brother-in-law gets an urgent phone call and father-in-law has work to do, of course.

So, usually, I bore my mother-in-law then. The poor old thing is too frail to run out of the house, so she listens to me, patiently guiding me to the topics that makes sense, like a psychologist. The only thing missing is the recliner. Maybe I will arrange one and make it official…

As you must have realised, I still haven’t found a topic to write about, but the nervous energy has me on the roll, like the geo-magnetic solar storm that was supposed to hit Earth yesterday, invisible yet ever present. I wonder if it is the reason why I am so restless–we all have iron in our blood and if there are too many magnets in the air, it must be jumping around, changing poles from north to south, then north, then south again. I feel tremors passing through me that some might call as a sign of stroke or magic or other paranormal activity, but I know as the sign of restlessness that gets me going, holding my hand and making me push buttons.

Maybe it is a divine intervention–a sign that I should stop writing stories and turn this blog into a ramble-blog. Afterall, I have created a post out it, haven’t I? 😀