Writing about nothing (for GC)

When I started this blog, it was in the hopes that having an audience would push me to write; write more, write better. But sometimes I have nothing to say. Or what I have to say is personal or silly or inflammatory. This is not the venue for such thoughts. So what do I write when I have nothing interesting, funny or intriguing to share?

Here it is:

I got a flat tire today. I couldn't find my patch kit. I did find a spare inner tube. The inner tube is not the right size for my wheel. It took a lot of sweating in the back yard before I figured that out. My hands are dirty and sore. My clothes are dirty. I have an appointment with the bike repair shop tomorrow morning.

I was recently told that buckwheat pancake mix has to rest for at least an hour before it can be made into pancakes. I had never heard this before. I have always mixed the batter and then thrown the mix onto the frying pan, making lovely flat grey crepes. I made pancakes this morning. I should say, I tried to make pancakes this morning. After three attempts ended in the garbage, and I tried two different oils, my son had to resign himself to a bowl of cereal which he did in a rather unsportsmanlike manner ("BUT I WANT PANCAKES! On a PLATE!"). I blame the new bottle of frying oil but part of me wonders if too much information is a bad thing.

The postal strike has meant that I have received a new phone bill every few days for the past week, each time with a larger and larger amount due.

While a polyester-cotton sheet mix may seem like a good idea at the store, the scratchy nights that ensue are not.

I don't do well in crowded insectariums.

There. That is my bit of nothing for today