388. Writer's block unblocked

I need to remind myself that I started this blog so I would not go mad. It's been a while. In fact it was so long ago that I started. I don't even know when my blog's birthday is anymore! I will have to check the posts I posted and wrote myself in order to figure it out.

That's pathetic. 

Does this make me a pathetic woman? 

Baby turned 18 but I am still going to call her Baby. Muddy Boots is wearing boots and I'm sure they're very muddy. I saw a shop like weekend called Muddy Boots. It was written all across the top in brownish letters on a blue background. Miss Organiser can keep her name too. She seems to be organising holidays and weekend breaks all the time now. Is my husband the only sensible one in this mad household? Surely I did not fall in love with a sensible, reasonable man! I mean it is good if he is. Sensible, logical, reasonable. On top of things. BAs long as he keeps being the crazy reckless adventurer, the one not afraid to take risks. 

Once upon a time a very long time ago when I was around 17, there was a movie on the television. I think it might have been black and white. And the young beautiful dashing and daring hero was walking along a mountain path with the beautiful heroine. The path was rocky and steep and behind the mountains there was a clear sky (not blue it was in  black and white) and suddenly the lady stopped and pointed with her delicate manicured finger. 'Oh! What a lovely flower!' The hero looked where the manicured finger was pointing and immediately located the flower, perched in a crevice atop a very jagged rocks. The man started to - dangerously - climb and bits of rock came off and rolled down the cliff side and the lady put her hand on her mouth and opened her eyes big as she was so worried and yet so excited to see this man risk his life, all smiles, just to get the flower for her. Back then you could do that. And she beamed at him and I cannot remember if they kissed or he proposed. I juts remember that the silly teenager I was said 'well, the one who'd do that for me isn't born yet'. But he was! He was! And I found him and married him and we had children together (this, by the way, must explain why Miss Muddy Boots feels the need to climb every mountain she sees, she does not pick flowers, just rocks.) And it is not just flowers in dangerous spots he gets for me, it's anything. Do you want it? He asks. And I have to think, do I really want him to risk his life and maybe get a fine because he has climbed where it is not allowed. That's an other thing our kids used to climb everywhere all the time. Now I know.

Anyway enough rambling. I've checked and my blog turned 4 years old on the 7th April 2024 and I did not even remember! I am going to pour myself a solitary drink - everyone is out or away - except Ralph the dog and so we will chink wine glass against water bowl and he will get a treat!

I think I am over writer's block now. weird. I wonder what did it.