Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t post on a Sunday. Not because I’m religious, but because I need a nap.
Sunday in England is the best invention in the history of ever. Everyone sleeps late. They wake up and do nothing. Then they have a luxurious multi-course meal heavy with wine, meats and starch. Then maybe a walk in the park, then home for more nothing. The streets are abandoned. Like, The Day After abandoned. I’m thinking this is a cultural habit my family is going to embrace. We’re naturals.
But NaBloPoMo (say it ten times fast) is a blogging marathon. You know what I’ve noticed about marathoners? They rarely take naps during the run. So here I am.
I’ve made some rewarding discoveries this first week of NaBloPoMo – some new blogs have been added to my Google Reader. mama goes BAM – she blogged for NaBloPoMo during childbirth, y’all – eat through the pain – a sentiment I can endorse, and the first post I read from her was about melty cheese and relationships (are we related?) – HOUSE WITH NO NAME – here’s a blogger to admire who writes sensibly and intelligently about actual real issues, like a grownup and everything, and she has a tumbledown house in France (can I live with you?) – and she led me to The world from my window – who makes hilarious commentary on life in an Enchanted Village in England (Her fantasy world is as big as mine. That makes her crazy. And awesome.) There’s more, there’s so much more, check out this thread for more blogs than you could ever read in a month of long lazy Sundays.
(And Guy Fawkes Night? Never seen anything like it. We stood on top of a hill by a bonfire dwarfed only in size by the Dartmouth Night bonfire, and watched fireworks rocket and bloom over the whole city. It was like the final scene in Fight Club, but, you know, family friendly.)