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Out of Shape

I woke up this morning and my blog didn't fit. I mean, it was all tight and bunchy and it just didn't feel right. Okay, so it's been creeping up on me here and there, but I just didn't want to pay attention to it.  I mean, it's the only one I have. I don't have time to go out and get a new one.

I was starting to think of myself as a lean, mean, blogging machine, and now this. I feel intellectually flabby, out of shape, lethargic. My nouns and adjectives are listless, and don't even get me started on my verbs...

You take one day off and boom! there goes your focus.

I'm thinking I need to get out and have more local experiences. When Alice was growing up in Baltimore, we went to:

Towson at Night concerts at the courthouse
Towson farmer's market
Bolton Hill Festival
Fireworks at the Inner Harbor
Flower Mart
Maryland State Fair
Storytelling at the top of Baltimore's World Trade Center
Honey Festival, Oregon Ridge
BSO Fourth of July concert at Oregon Ridge--/with fireworks

Yet I have lived in Howard County since 1999 and I have never gone to:

Howard County Fair
Wine in the Woods
Lakefront Fireworks
Clyde's Craft Beer Festival
Family Fun Thursdays at the Mall
Columbia Foundation* Spring Party
Columbia Archives Walk About
Dancing Under the People Tree
Sheep and Wool Festival

No wonder I'm feeling flabby!  It's all good being a homebody until your brain breaks down and your blog looks like a bowl of jello...

Summer vacation is almost here and I'm feeling adventure calling. A healthy balanced diet of local experiences should get me back on track. I'm going to start this weekend. Tonight's the Damon Forman Concert in Oakland Mills, and tomorrow's the annual Abiding Savior Flea Market. Sunday morning is the OM Farmer's Market.  I'll be back in shape in no time.

For now, though, I think I'll curl up in my comfy chair and have another cup of coffee...

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*Yes, I know they changed their name.

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