Writing, the Olympics, and me

My watching of the Olympics has definitely taken its toll on my writing in this blog. And that's how life is. We decide which is most important to us and that's how we spend our available time. This morning, looking at Facebook posts was more important to me than writing, and now here it is, nearly time for me to get ready for work and I've only written a few words.

I guess there's a lesson to be learned here and it doesn't have to be a bad one. We all make priorities and these past two weeks, mine has mostly been the Olympics. It hasn't hurt me to take a break from life and watch the best of athletic competition. And I doubt it has hurt very many of my readers to not see very many blog posts. Now, as the Olympics wind down, I need to start thinking about what I'm actually going to be writing about. That's pressure, but only self-imposed pressure. And the thing is, if I get something written, it's gravy. I'm not getting paid for this. And you're probably thinking I can see why.

Sunsets are worth taking time to see

I was finishing up mowing the lawn last night, just as the sun was going down. As I pushed the mower up the driveway to put it away, I saw great streaks of red, pink, and orange in the sky. Knowing great sunsets don't wait for lawnmowers to be put away, I stopped doing so and darted into the house for my camera.
Our house is situated low down with surrounding trees, so it's tough to get a good shot of the sunset. I got out the ladder and scrambled up on the roof. Good sunsets are worth it, by the way. Here's why.