I haven't posted in over a month.
I just haven't been feelin' it.
This absence could be due to the RAIN, which has soaked our trails into mud laden mosquito traps, or the SICKNESS which descended upon me in the form of the dynamic duo - COUGH and WHEEZE.
Of course, it could also be my aching VERTEBRAE that don't want to stay in their proper place or the big GRANT I have due in a few days. Perhaps it 'tis the WORK TRAVEL that has recently beset my WIFE that's bumming me out.
I know boo frickin' hoo.
Truth is - more than anything I have a touch of this little ditty called Oppositional Defiant Disorder, which is a fancy way of psychologically/behaviorally diagnosing teenagers that don't dig on being told what to do.
I first came across ODD (yes, its acronym is unfortunately "odd") when I was working as a counselor for adolescent treatment unit. I thought at the time, "Man, I'm glad they didn't have this when I was growing up". And if they did have it, I was glad (and still am) that my parents didn't know about it.
So, how does my "odd" relate to not writing anything in over a month? Well, the word drought happened about the same time the whole Register blogger came along. I guess now that I thought some more peeps might be reading my words I kinda didn't dig on writing them anymore. Or maybe I don't have much to say. I don't really get Facebook in that way. I mean, I don't mind reading about some of the everyday stuff my "friends" post, but when it comes to writing something myself it just feels....I don't know....douffy to type "I'm just sitting down to eat some BLANK and watch some BLANK and then I'm going to catch up on some BLANK. I know that writing in this blog is really no different, but still.....
I think I might be messed up.
Anyway, I haven't been totally useless during the last month. We went camping in a monsoon, followed by a Death Valley heat wave that was followed by another monsoon.....that was "fun".
I am building (another) mountain bike. I will post more about that hotness when its ready for the unveil. Unlike the Voodoo, which I blogged about piece by piece as I built it, this machine is too bad for a bite at a time. I will say this - its the first bike I've ever built or owned that I felt was just too purdy to get dirty.
Yes, I said it.
I'm not proud of it, but there it is - I have a mountain bike that's too dern purdy to git durty.
I'm sure I'll get over it. I'm sure the giant mudholes at Banner will help in the process.