The definition of an addiction is doing the same things over and over again and expecting different results. Clearly I am not addicted to blogging because I haven’t done any in over a year. But I am back for more and still hoping for better results.
I could come up with a ton of excuses as to why I haven’t written in over a year but the truth is: I just didn’t.
I puzzled over this as I collapsed on the sofa with
junk comfort food every evening. Why? I kept asking myself. Can I not get somethings made for my Etsy store, or do some writing, or at least sweep up the cat hair? Well, it turns out, that I just didn’t because, duh, for most of last year I had a 2nd job and from time to time a 3rd. I finally clued in that this was the source of my lackadaisical attitude toward my non work life in May. Just in time to head to California and work just as hard on 1 job.
I do rather have an addiction to costume shops. It doesn’t seem to be curable.
To pick up where we left off: When last we heard from our heroine, there was still a scorpion loose in my apartment. To continue this story we must travel back to August of 2011.
I returned home after my usual summer. My flight got in late and by the time I got home it was almost midnight. I took a little time to decompress with a cup of herb tea and the more interesting bits in the stack of mail. I was feeling a bit blurry around the edges and thinking I should get my nightie and other necessities out of my bag when I glanced over at the living room wall.
There it was, in plain sight, boldly flaunting itself, on the wall. It looked just the same as it had back in April when it crawled out of the coffee jar. So much for a 3 month life expectancy.
This time though, it was within reach. I grabbed a glass from the kitchen and a paper towel. I put the glass over the scorpion, slid the towel between the glass and the wall. The beastie went crazy under the glass. It was moving so fast it was a faint orange blur – no wonder it had disappeared so quickly after the first sighting.
I took it outside and shook the glass into the yard, hoping it wouldn’t decide to run up my arm instead. I don’t know where it is but I hope it’s very happy in the great outdoors and doesn’t ever plan to visit my house for old time sake.