boring blog posts

When I was in college I studies abroad in Syndey, Australia. In my 6 months there I didn't once visit the Syndey Opera House. Not once. I kept thinking "Oh, I have plenty of time. I'll get there one day," and then  before I knew it I was on the plane home. I think this is not an unusual phenomenon: you move somewhere "exotic" and it quickly becomes so familiar that such attractions, which visitors are so want of seeing, simply become part of your everyday.

I have been struggling with writing a post for several days now. I come to the computer often, open a new post window, sit down in the still of nap time with a cup of coffee, and stare at the blank screen. I wait patiently for the idea to materialize, but nothing comes. I think this is because, lately, we are just living. No visitors, no safaris, no wild animals or trips to the bush. No natural disasters or illnesses (knock wood) or accidents. We haven't even picked up our camera in weeks.

Now that she's feeling better, Eleanor is becoming more comfortable with Asina. Tim is continuing to make headway on his research agenda. I am continuing to make headway on mine. We go grocery shopping, we make coffee in the morning and dinner in the evening, we play in the yard, we read (the same) childrens' books over and over and over and over. We are just living. I suppose this is a good thing; we're feeling more comfortable here. Or are we just complacent, resigned to the status quo?

Either way, it makes for pretty boring blog posts.
-kjd