Preoccupation

Okay, so I haven't been blogging in a while. I promised my mother that I would blog about the importance of a rite of passage that I need to attend to. I really don't feel like it. I'm 35. I'm due for my first mammogram. Okay, I really don't want to do it. Sorry, something about having my boob squeezed between glass plates in a cold sterile environment doesn't do it for me. Just like the annual Pap. Now, if the tech or the Gyn looked like... oh... I don't know... Johnny Depp.... that would be soemthing different. But I need to go.
My maternal grandmother died from ovarian cancer. Something I have to watch out for considering all my Gyn issues. The genetic marker for ovarian cancer is the same for brest cancer. Plus, my father's little sister is currently under going aggressive treatment for stage 4 breast cancer. Her older sister had it. Plus there are more distant aunts in the family with a similar history. So, I need to go and get a base line.
My OBGYN is a friend from high school (talk about a weird situation there), but it's something I need to do.
Plus now there is my other excuse for not blogging in a while. Recently, Brian and I got reaquanted with an old friend who shares my OBESSION with reading. She's as bad as me. Puts a book every other day away. Recently she has lent me nearly 25 books, mostly the same author. So, I've been reading a lot. Then there is the writing.
Okay, so a few years ago I was writing again. A lot. I had printed a few things and put them in a binder. I lent one to my sister in law. She lost it. She moved recently and found it. I re read the dribble that I wrote and it is dribble. So, I've had this piece sitting in my head for a long time and I always get to one point and get writers block. I've tried several different approaches and so fare nothing has worked. Until this time, I hope. I'm two chapters in and I think this one might work. But it's still dribble. Gotta go. Came up with the next scene while writing this!