Whatcha Doin'?

Long, long ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I found it very easy to call people up and chat.  No agenda, nothing important going on, no reason at all; I would just chat.  I'd even call people I knew in other countries, just to chit chat.  I don't know when this became difficult for me.  It may be connected to the periods of time when I have had no phone, but I don't think so.

Regardless of when it happened, I am solidly in a "not very chatty" phase.  Don't get me wrong, I actually still love to chat, I simply no longer instigate these opportunities the way I used to.  Part of it, I am sure, has to do with busy-ness.  I do have a lot on my plate these days. At the same time though, I ploughed through a 1001 New York Times crossword puzzles book (with the aid of my hubby) in about 6 months or so.  Definitely enough time for plenty of chatting there.

So then, I blame it on not knowing how busy others are and not wanting to interrupt their busy schedules with the trivialities of my life.  It gives me an easy out, sort of.

A similar principle holds true here, on my blog.  I run out of stuff to say, because to me, it seems like I will be repeating myself, over and over again.  I mean, writing about sustainability and living on a growing farm is bound to be that way.  For example:

Spring Salad Symphony

Oh glorious spring!!

There are few things I love better than a good spring salad, and I think an awful lot of you out there would be happy to agree with me.  A comment the other day though made me wonder if we are all thinking of the same thing when we say "spring salad".  I've here told you all before that I'm lousy with lettuce, so I depend on a wide variety of both wild and tame salady plants to fulfill my craving.