Well, this isn’t so hard.
Sunday marked the first day of the 2011 WordCount Blogathon, and it took almost no time to write that first blog.
Then the U.S. finally nailed Osama bin Laden, and I couldn’t NOT write something about that.
Two down, twenty-nine to go.
What was I thinking?
I was thinking I’d need help, so in the days before the Blogathon began, I turned to my Facebook friends for inspiration. Any topic, I said. All ideas are welcome.
And my FB crowd made my mission their own. They suggested environmental themes, business themes, artistic themes, hobbyist themes, and … okra.
I hate okra. Raw, it’s just nasty. Cooked, it’s slimy and nasty. <sigh>
So when my friend Debbie mentioned her garden and suggested okra as a hardy veggie for a beginning gardener, I have to admit that I was a little … apprehensive … about my ability to embrace my inner okra.
Debbie’s suggestion spawned a series of off-the-wall offerings that I share here because I love my friends and want to honor them with this recognition for all to see.
That, and it gets me off the hook for finding a topic on Day Three.
It started like this:
Me: PANIC! I’ve just signed up for the 2011 WordCount Blogathon, and my mission, since I’ve decided to accept it, is A BLOG A DAY, EVERY DAY IN MAY. I could use some help finding topics, so if there’s something you’d like me to blog about, please let me know! (To see what I’ve written about without the pressure, visit http://billienoakes.com/the-billiegram/ .)
Debbie: Awesome Billie. I put it in my favs. Norm’s stuff (bsn: Enviro-Sweep, addressed in an earlier blog) really works. We put some in our garden and the plants are doing well. Hey, do you like Okra? If so, try growing that … it’s very hardy and takes little care. The bugs are not too fond of it either. Good Luck!
(And yes, she’s still my friend even after this misguided suggestion…)
Harold: The effects of frozen okra on the pre-war French economy.
Me: Oh, Harold–I was just contemplating this very subject not three days ago! Thank you!
Harold: Great minds think alike; and it rhymes with orange as well in certain argots … or perhaps uncertain ones in 1920’s Chicago.
Al: It resulted in the French settlements of the Western US – Specifically, in Okrahoma…
Me: Ah, yes. The Sino-French settlements! Being of Norwegian descent, I’m more familiar with the bunad-wrapped okra, considered a delicacy in Minnesota … disgusting, but delicate, as it breaks so easily in its frozen state.
Al: Ah yes, Bunad Okra is the primary diet of the Norwegian blue parrot, with its lovely plumage…Being of the South, I prefer fried okra w/grits, but as a transactional analyst would say, “I’m Okray, you’re Okray”…
Alana: How can I compete with ideas like these? Just don’t write about the Royal Wedding.
Me: They had okra at the Royal Wedding?—Al, don’t forget the intrepid farmers who tried to breed a metaphysical strain, Deepak Okra.
Al: I thought it was Deepak chopped-okra…
(back to Billie) Yep. Ask my friends for help, and they come through every time.
Now, all okra aside, the window of opportunity is still flung wide for suggestions.
Coming tomorrow: Fun with American Sign Language.Share on Facebook