Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner

It’s 1:59 PM PDT, Wednesday, October 24, 2012 and I still don’t have an adventure to write about for today’s blog. The old Donna would blow it off until some idea rained out of the shower head, which by the way, is where many of my ideas are spawned.

But no, today the new Donna is washed, clean, and ready to write even though the writing is apparently not ready to be written. However, since the new Donna has committed to writing one new adventure a week, by golly, that’s what she’s going to do!

**ugh, am I rambling? Did I really just say that? Well, I am a child of the sixties—at least that’s my excuse for today**

Blogging has already taught me one thing though, and that is that once I plunk my butt in the chair and begin writing—anything, even jibberish—the ideas begin to flow. Some of them are rubbish, and some are jewels. It’s all in the mining. I’m still not sure which this will be, so thanks for bearing with me.

Ahhhhh—thank the gods—here comes an idea now—I feel it beginning to prick its way to the surface—thoughts are forming, my fingers are flying across the keyboard—          LOOK—It’s a bird? It’s a plane? No! It’s durian! The hedgehog fruit! You thought it was superman didn’t you? I never promised the idea would be an over the top great one, but let’s just see what adventure this takes us on. And you have my permission to bail at any time. I promise to still care about you.

—THE DURIAN—

A fleshy fruit entombed in spikes, 

It sends one running, screaming YIKES!

See why…

What more can I say, but thank you Adrian Andrade for planting the durian seed the other day, otherwise I never would have heard of it, and thank you ALL for forcing me to write today, even if it is only a mountain of mush. Just know that my world has become richer because of you, my reader. So, what’s the worst thing you’ve ever smelled?