Sometimes it’s Saturday afternoon and I’m not sure what I’ll write for my Sunday blog. It posts at 6:00 a.m. Sunday morning and time’s a-wastin’. That’s when panic covers me like a bad rash. I have no words (I know, rare huh?), no photos to contribute, no ideas to share. Zilch.

I’ve been writing this blog for nearly 2 years. That means I’ve written close to 100 of them. That may not seem like many to you. But let me tell ya, when one has been running around all week chasing after tennis balls and feral cats, having to post a 600 word essay on Saturday night is, I admit, one of those rude awakening moments.

Plus, when you consider I write about my silly life, one has to wonder how much I actually have to say that others would enjoy reading. It’s not like I have endless fascinating exploits worth sharing with anyone not required to read my blog, like my best friends. Family is off the hook since my sister doesn’t own a computer, my brother rarely uses his, my step-mom is still learning how to use hers and my nephew is busy keeping people alive (he’s a first year resident in anesthesiology). So he’s definitely off the hook.

My nephew, the doctor

The friends I’ve guilted into reading my weekly diary have clear instructions: arise Sunday morning, brew a cup o’ joe, wake the computer, sit back and enjoy my engaging prose (have I gone too far?) – some of which they may be quizzed about later in the day. Now don’t get me wrong; it’s not a threat.

Anyway, I don’t know why I panic. People who know me will attest that I’m rarely at a loss for words. And for me, talking translates into writing. So I shouldn’t sweat it. Yes, certain words may escape me from time to time, as though on hiatus, but they have yet to go completely AWOL.

In fact, I’m actually writing this blog while pulled over to the side of the road. Luckily, I keep a notepad in my car or I’d be forced to write on the napkins from Chipotle stored in my glovebox. You see, I was driving and wondering what to write about when an idea struck me: write about how I sometimes have no idea what to write about!

So I pulled over before this fading memory of mine completely lost any ideas swimming through my gray matter. Hey, you gotta take the moments when they come. And sometimes they come at inopportune times, like when I’m driving or taking a shower. By the time I get out, dry off and find paper, it’s just a complete blank up there. Gone with the wind…

This is why I have notepads everywhere — in my car, bedroom, kitchen, even in my tennis bag and under my scooter seat. But where I really should have one is in the bathroom, don’t you think? I bet those ideas would flow (so to speak) while I’m soaking in the jacuzzi tub. I should have thought of this sooner! Now I can’t wait to take a bath.

Where was I? Oh yeah…once I locate my notepad, I invariably don’t have a pen. So until I find one, I continually repeat the idea I have for a clever sentence or topic. At times like these I will often be seen frantically searching for said pen while repeating things aloud — like weed whacker, bird feeders, belly flops…

I believe I know what you’re thinking; those particular topics don’t sound very interesting. But just you wait. You’ll be mesmerized in a week or two reading my story about belly flops. I can almost guarantee it.

See what I mean? Mesmerized…

I say almost because if I can’t locate a pen soon after an idea pops into my head, you may end up reading a blog about what happens when it’s Saturday afternoon and I have absolutely no idea what to write about.