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I don’t know why, but writing here used to be easy. It used to be that I’d sit down and write and at the end of 20 minutes or so, I’d have a coherent (sometimes) entry. Of course, now that I go back and read through the archives, I’m surprised at how embarassingly angsty my old entries are, but at least I was expressing *something*. Lately I’ve been writing a big fat pile of nothing.

I think this will be the third or fourth time I’ve been kicked out of holidailies. What hurts me is that I can’t post entry after entry… You are only allowed to post to that darn portal once every 12 hours. Sure, that’s great when you think about the writing geeks who will hammer on the holidailies server, sending entry after entry up… But it sucks for people like me who feel actual physical pain when we realize that we are no longer able to write the way we were when we were twenty something. Is it like vision, the way you lose it when you become 40? Now that I’ve passed the 30 mark, my priorities have shifted. Even though I’m in love with the notion that I might be a “writer,” I can no longer act like it’s something I do.

Now I just blather on. Incoherently.

A couple of weeks ago I went to knitting retreat with the best LYS ever, Make 1 Yarn Studio.

It was fantastic and wonderful and I hope I can go next year.  Click on the photo and take a look at the rest of the pictures from the weekend that I posted.  I regret not having taken more pictures, but it’s impossible to knit and take pictures.  It’s also impossible to knit while eating.  And oh my, don’t get me started on the eating.  The weekend was full of wonderful buffets.  Buffets that were sensitive to the non-meaties.  And even to the non-dairies.  Of course, I took being on vacation as my permission to eat that veggie lasagna.  It had cheese and I did not feel guilty.

 ”All-inclusive” is an important phrase to a foodie like me.  It’s a good thing I don’t drink.  I wouldn’t remember a thing from the weekend.

And on that note, this holiday season, Jim celebrates 2 year sober.  And I guess I celebrated that back in November.  Not that we were alcoholics, but still, I think it’s a worthy thing to celebrate.