I don’t understand how I went so long without having a bagless vacuum cleaner, because you just feel so good when you flip the lever and you see all the dirt flop into a trash bag. And, every now and then, you can go and wash out the container that comes off and has no bag. I have a Shark vacuum and if I want to get exercise, I can stretch it out on the floor and jump over it again and again. I feel so silly having written that just because I thought of the “jump the shark” line, but I absolutely do not care. Silliness is not necessarily a bad thing – perhaps it is all those Microscopic Silly Imps jumping up and down shouting Yea! in my brain lifts my spirits.

Not that brain surgeons should necessarily have moments of silliness when they are poking around professionally. Kind of a scary thought. Maybe people with occupations along that line should have a designated silly time to get it out of their systems safely.

I had to get up this morning to take someone to work; it was probably a good thing since there was no contract that yesterday’s cascade of minor disasters would end at midnight. Once upon a time I would have written a guidebook, complete with historic marker signs, about the events of yesterday. I would have included little posts of foam bricks so people could re-enact the pounding of the forehead aimlessly against a brick wall. But I’m not up for that now. All I can manage is “cracked taillight” and “AUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHH” Did you hear that; if so, sorry – I would have muffled the primal call of frustration with the foam bricks had I written the story the first way I mentioned.

I believe a lot of people decide that they will blog everyday for a year. I decided to take that unnecessary responsibility off the table; in fact I threw it off because often people have nothing worth saying every single day. Of course, there are folks who take some psychological comfort from just writing down whatever they are thinking or their mood and so they write. That’s okay; (it has to be okay because I think I do it a lot.)

But now, if I don’t feel I will get some solace or motivation from just rambling along, I am not in that group of people who feel the pressure of having to post something. I suppose I could have started by not posting on the 1st, but it just seemed more perverse to do it this way. I am now wondering if that should be worrisome. Probably.

I sometimes wish I had been born with the personality of a girl I will designate as “D in Motion.” Actually, there are quite a few people whose personality I envy; they would know who they are. I sometimes think of what they would do or say . . . but perversely, I do something less wise – because I am AMELIAJAKE.

It could be possible that when these nice people get frustrated, they wish they could throw an AmeliaJake fit and get the stress out; maybe I could rent myself out as a proxy.