Now, I just know that you all have been refreshing this blog obsessively ever since I posted Part I of my mother’s surprise party escapade. As obsessively as you refreshed electoral maps as the results came in, I’m sure.
[Side note: the painfully slow counting of Oregon ballots led to a county-by-county snail-paced horse race that, due to the closeness of the Senate battle here, meant we didn't know the outcome until almost 24 hours after the "polls" closed (we vote by mail here in Oregon, so we don't actually have polls, hence the quotes). Democrat Jeff Merkley, who had been lagging behind incumbant Republican Gordon Smith as the initial ballots were counted, didn't take the lead until late in the afternoon of November 5. The Oregonian finally declared him the winner by the evening.
The point of this side note is this: If November 4 was filled with the excitement and joy of Christmas, then Nov. 5 was like finding an unopened present under the tree that somehow got buried under all of the wrapping paper. A second, small burst of euphoria for those of us left feeling empty and without direction now that we were out of reasons to obsessively check our favorite news sites.]
Anyway. I’m stalling. And the reason I am stalling is this: I know that I owe you Part II. Thing is, I haven’t had time to write it. I also need to recap the rest of my trip to New York, my cousin’s wedding in Cincinnati, and why my mother had a near panic attack over a pork chop. Longtime readers know that I often make promises of storytelling that never come to fruition, and the last thing I’d want to do is provide false hope of change you can’t believe in. So I’m not here to tell you that you can definitely expect a detailed account of those particular episodes. I’m just here to tell you that perhaps, maybe, if the mood strikes me, yes, at sometime in the forseeable future, barring another economic crisis that results in the destruction of civilization as we know it and the end of the Internet, you may or may not get to read a story about pork chops.
Until then, you can stop hitting refresh. Or, you can refresh your mind by re-reading Part I.
4 responses so far ↓
1 TimsHead // Nov 13, 2008 at 6:49 pm
If nothing else, I must applaud your consistency!
2 malahat sunset // Nov 13, 2008 at 10:17 pm
Ah, My Dog Is Chelsea, where procrastination comes to flourish. Hey, never mind Part II of your mom’s suprise party escapade - I’m still waiting for the FIRST part of Aunt Joanne at the Bakery! Ha, ha, just kidding! And who am I to razz other procrastinators - I just today started dealing with a bill from lab work done in January. I’ve ignored the bills since February, and finally called the lab when the whole thing went to collections. So procrastination is alive and well and flourishing with Malahat Sunset too.
3 Truly // Nov 14, 2008 at 8:38 am
November 5th was so good. Everyone at work had the same instinct to bring treats. I brought mini Cadburry chocolates (real ones from the UK!! You know its a special occasion when I bust those out!), some people baked, others brough doughnuts. It was just such a good day to be at work. Or it was just a good day to call in sick, as 1/2 the work place was out at all hours of the night trying to get home from grant park!
I like the idea of finding a pressie under the tree a day late. I think I might arrange for a real tradition like that to happen in our house. Good idea!
4 lizzy // Nov 16, 2008 at 4:44 pm
Now I’m dying to know the story about the pork chop.