You can file this post under "many and sundry excuses for blogging failure."
Last week had many highs and one big low.
When I booked a 3 day trip to Washingon DC on one weekend and a trip to New York City to see the Yankees play the weekend directly following, I knew I was setting myself up for a pretty busy stretch, but I figured I could handle it and still maintain a slight presence in blogland. You know, leaving the occasional comment and at least reviewing Maggie O'Farrell's great new book The Hand That First Held Mine. I love going places and had a brilliant time in DC seeing what little I could of its many things to see (the Lincoln Memorial by the moonlight! Cherry blossoms! Smithsonians! the Jefferson Memorial! Et Cetera and so on!) and eating great food and generally appreciating the fabulously incredible weather that graced the entire weekend. As for New York and the Yankees, but for the subway ride back from the stadium, it was nearly all I could have hoped for. I've been holding out hope for seeing a game at Yankee stadium ever since my dad and I took one ill-fated bus trip to a game for my 16th birthday that ended in the game getting rained out, the bus breaking down on the way home, and my ultimately never seeing my favorite baseball team play in person. Though I am a distinctly less rabid Yankee fan than I once was, the experience was thisclose to perfect.
So, my travels aside, I was even on track to accomplish that lofty goal of maintaining a bloggy presence through it all, when, on Thursday of last week, a careless driver pulled out in front of me while I was no less than 10 minutes from home on the "safest" road my hometown has to offer (Hey! It's true about accidents happening close to home!). After a brief second of utter shock, I stomped on the brake and bounced between the bad driver and a parked car and somehow emerged on the other side virtually unscathed for which I am eternally thankful. My car, which I had purchased 3 months ago to the day of the accident, was not so fortunate. It's fixable, it seems, but it's going to cost someone's insurance company a considerable amount of money. Needless to say, most of the rest of my week's plans fell unceremoniously by the wayside while I dedicated most of my free minutes to chatting with cops, giving my story to untold numbers of insurance company personnel, and, um, drinking. ;-)
So, now, I am attempting to catch up with everything I was supposed to have done last week while keeping up with the car situation and taking care of the stuff I have to do this week. With that in mind, please do excuse my absence as I try to get myself back in order. I have not abandoned the book blogosphere - I've just been detoured a bit. Here's hoping I'll have it back together this week, but if I don't, and you don't see much of me until next week, try not to be surprised. Many thanks to those of you who continue to hang around for your longsuffering patience with my unpredictable blogging habits! ;-D