And it’s back!
The madness, the frenzy, the vacant gazing into the distance, the frantic writing on scraps of paper, the switching on of the computer the moment it seems like we are safely in bed.
If we were old enough to know about the existence of Unidentified Flying Objects, we would have assumed that our very dear Mamma, she who has always been so devoted to us, has been abducted by aliens, who have left behind this creature with strange nocturnal and matutinal computer habits. Yeah, no marks for guessing where we get our love for words from.
After barely two months of respite (the last one was the A to Z challenge April 2013), she’s off again.
This time, it’s 31 days she’s gunning for. It’s the Ultimate Blog Challenge, where she has to blog once every day all through the month of July.
You know that old song from our Mamma’s era? It goes something like this. The singer, completely loony (in our opinion), invites random strangers to come into her parlour and kiss her any day of the week but never on a Sunday because she needs her day of rest. Personally, we don’t like it when strangers, random or structured, accost us and proceed to ruffle our hair, pull our cheeks etc, let alone kiss us, and we make our protest loud and clear. But that is besides the point.
The point is that unlike the loony woman, Mamma will have no day of rest.
Over the next few days, both of us are going to have to be very careful. Mamma will be listening eagerly to the words of wisdom we let fall, hoping to spin them off into a blog post. She’ll be trawling the www, hoping to get some ideas for a post. She’s got plenty of books on her bookshelf and Kindle that she hasn’t read. So you might expect a book review now and then too. And of course, on days when the muse just won’t strike, she might recycle some previously unpublished stuff.
We’re actually hoping she’ll dig into her personal attic. At least it will leave her some time to spend with us.
We are still being looked after of course. So don't call Child Services just yet.
When we're hungry, we expend all the power of our collective lung power to let her know of the fact. And when we’re sleepy, we won’t let her get away with a hastily-mumbled lullaby, no way.
On our part, we will do everything we can to make this challenge as difficult for her as possible. It won’t be long before we get out into the real world and face challenges of our own. When that happens, she’ll be quick to tell us about how Challenges build character. So we might as well get a head start here and build hers. What do you think?
We’d appreciate it if you’d drop by once a day to say something nice to her. She gets cranky sometimes if no one notices her. We’d do it ourselves, but we’re not wholly literate yet.
So it is up to you to save us poor, innocent children and make sure the crankiness is nipped in the bud.
May we count on you?
La Niña and El Niño