In which I fall from the sky and land in an ungraceful heap

Well, here I am in the blogosphere.
As I sit up, muscles creaking like old floorboards, I'm looking around as panicked and confused as a cat thrown into a bouncy house at a five-year-old's birthday party. I've got scrapes on my elbows and a throbbing lump on my head, and this new world should prove interesting.
I don't know if there is a particular set of note cards that illustrate the way in which one is supposed to launch a blog- perhaps there is, but the Google search bar is too far away for me to bother- so, instead, I'm just going to wing it.
I think you'll find I'll be doing that quite a lot.
This is most likely going to be recording of my day-to-day expeditions: my monster-slaying and magic-finding in the chigger-infested realm of my backyard woods, my thoughts, as rambling and incoherent as they sometimes might be, and my little projects that most of the time amount to me, on my bedroom floor, surrounded by scraps of paper and hands coated in glue.
Although some days are rather less adventureful, I'm ashamed to admit. Me, plodding about the house, picking up things and setting them down again, skipping aimlessly through the meadows of the interweb. I hope to change that with the start of a new school year and the clipping of the metaphorical blog ribbon.
I'd like to think I've already set the Calvin and Hobbes wagon downhill. For instance, just yesterday, I ordered a ukulele via the amazonian internet shopping services. As far as I'm concerned, it's the perfect instrument- portable, unique, fun, and self-teachable. Tiny Tim is my new idol.
Since yesterday I have also made it up to "T" learning Morse Code.
(Flash cards are lovely, useful things. Do not underestimate their power.)
Hopefully both of these hobbies will amount to something or another and not tossed into the wastebasket in the back of my headbrain, with my motivation sputtering to a rather embarrassing halt in the middle of the road.

Well, for now, may confetti be sprinkled upon all thine heads, and the guilt-monkeys not descend because of that unfinished project you know you should be working on right now.

Allonsy!

~Elizabeth

 

P.S. ...Don't blink.