Really, alls I do is read and write

I toyed with the idea of just putting up two more paragraphs of my memoir, but I don't want to lose friends. It's not that it's that bad, but it's so me-centered. I know you all think that I think the world is me-centered, Pat's little queendom, so to speak, but Jeez this writing about myself and reading about other selves in such a compressed format for summer school may get me to be a little more other-regarding.

Don't get me wrong, I do not think I'm that boring. And I think that schlogging through the past is fine. I get stuck with description. It's hard to write so that someone else can see what we saw. So that means I slow down and take the time to explain things like freeze branding Chinook salmon, my first job and what the school bus that took me to high school in McCall Idaho smelled like.

So, I've escaped my memoir writing and class planning for five minutes. I've allowed myself five minutes to blog, but since I just finished writing for about an hour I feel like I got nothin', nada, I'm dried up, exhausted.

Missy's fine, thank you.
Summer still hasn't come.
It's not raining yet today.
I talked to Bighead last night.
I have to go now and get ready for work.
Please post something better than this post.
Okay, I'll give you a question to ponder and respond to.

What are you doing this weekend?
That's all I got.
Peace