This post is going to be more like a Public Service Announcement.

Or something.

Probably not Public Service Announcement at all.  Probably more random and less beneficial than a Public Service Announcement.

1.  On the Travelers Rest Here Instagram there is currently a contest taking place.  It’s a fun one and I meant to tell you guys about it earlier but I forgot.  Because I forget things.  A lot of things.  I forget a lot of things.  Anyway.  Find this picture on our Instagram feed and follow the instructions and do all of that – right away – because I’m drawing the winner tonight and I think it would be fun if you had a shot at it.

 

2.  A very long time ago I wrote a little children’s book.  I typed it up and printed it out and sat it in a folder.  For years.  A lot of years.  Not because I forgot.  (Even though I forget things.)  But because I just didn’t know.  I didn’t know what to do with it.  I didn’t know if it was very good.  Recently I sent it to a friend who is a children’s book author.    She said kind things about the book.  And now I would like to try to do something with this little story.  To give it a shove after its many years in hiding.  My friend suggested I first locate either an agent or a publisher.  So, before I begin a random search for either, I figured I’d start here.  Do any of you know an agent or a publisher?  For children’s picture books?

3.  I cannot even believe that we’ve started high school.  Or homeschool at all again already.  It still feels like summer.  Well, actually, miraculously in my neck of the woods, it actually feels like fall.  Which is weird.  But welcomed.  I will never complain about moderate temperatures.  No, I will not.

4.  Yesterday, whilst talking with a friend, I realized that I do not own many (or any, actually) in between clothes.  Do you know what I mean?  Like – I have two pair of pajamas.  (It’s true.  Just two.  I don’t even know why, but it’s completely accurate.)  But I don’t own clothing that fits in between.  Like – the stuff you relax in but isn’t actually a pair of pajamas.  I own zero sweat pants.  I own leggings.  Do they count?  I don’t think of leggings the same way all of America thinks about them though.  (You don’t have to agree with me.  That’s fine.)  Should I remedy this situation?  Should I purposely purchase clothing that isn’t quite what I want to leave the house in just so I can wear it without ever leaving the house?  Is that what people do?  Why am I solidly in my forties and unaware of how this situation works?

I think these are all the things I have to ponder.  Although I’m sure I’ve forgotten something.  It’s what I do.

 

 

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