What I really Mean When I Say I’m Not Doing Anything

What I really mean when asked, “What’d you do this morning?” and I answer “Not much.” Warning, there may be a run-on sentence or two in this post. Don’t judge. I don’t have time to worry about grammar or sentence structure right now.

First, I get out of bed, which is no small feat of its own. What can I say, other than I like sleep. After I spin my legs around and my feet hit the floor, I head downstairs and: make coffee, let the dogs out, take the garbage out, make my son’s lunch, start a load of laundry, pour my first cup of coffee, make my son’s breakfast and chat with him for a few minutes before he heads to school and I head back upstairs to make the beds, gather yesterday’s laundry and dress for running. Once I’m back downstairs, I put the dishes away, feed the dogs, fill up their water bowls, wrap my ankle, lace up my running shoes and head out the door for what I hope will be an uninterrupted seven miles of solid pavement pounding to music that no one else knows I listen too. Inevitably though, a neighbor calls … one of my dogs has crossed the invisible fence and he had to walk him home … me, realizing there’s nothing I can really do about it opt to finish my run all the while stressed about my damn dog. An hour after I left, I am home, dogs are both inside and nothing is destroyed. I switch the laundry and vacuum the main floor before going upstairs to shower. After I’m showered and dressed for the day, I take the dogs to the park where they run freely for 30 minutes while I glance through 73, mostly unimportant, emails. Delete. Delete. Delete. Back home, I make an espresso, paint my nails, take a quick selfie to accompany this post and sit down to my computer to start work. Phew. After all that, guess what time it is? Dinnertime? Noon? Ha ha hahahaha. No. It’s only 10:47 a.m. Once again I convince myself I really am Wonder Woman. If only I could find my magic lasso.


This post doesn’t have anything to do with seafood, sea life, oceans, or anything I usually write about here but, every now and then I thought you might enjoy reading something a little off topic. Besides, I just really felt like writing this so there you go ; ) Now go make it a great day all my fellow Wonder Women!!

Coming up NEXT on the blog … flatbread with crème fraîche and lox and more on the wild-caught vs. farmed debate. Want more from The Midwest Mermaid? Be sure to follow along here, and on Instagram for all the latest in seafood news and chews | @shaunanosler

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<small>DISCLAIMER: I’m a writer and an editor. And I try my best to make sure every post is articulate and free from errors. However, being that I edit my own work—and it’s next to impossible to properly edit your own work—I admit, occasionally there may be an error or two I miss. But doing so doesn’t make me an idiot so don’t be mean. Just smile, pat yourself on the back for finding an error and be glad you’re not the only one who makes mistakes sometimes … yes, even mermaids slip up every now and then. xoxox<small/>


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Hey there. I’m Shauna—a West Coast transplant in the landlocked state of Indiana … when I moved here I missed the beaches, the mountains, the desert, the rivers … and it took me a while to find places nearby that paralleled my old stomping grounds. BUT. Now that I’ve lived here for over 15 years, I’ve had time to explore the region and you know what? It’s amazing. There’s so much to do—from skiing in northern Michigan to relaxing lakeside in southern Kentucky to rocking the nightlife in one of the many metropolitan areas. And I love it here. I really do. BUT. I do miss the sea … and the sand and the rush of the waves … the smell of seawater … even the sting of too much sun after a day spent lollygagging at the beach. And I miss the constant supply of seafood and shellfish and riverfish? About that … since I’ve moved to the Midwest I’ve noticed that a lot of people here don’t consider fish that come from the river seafood … I’m not sure I agree, but hence the new word I’ve created, “riverfish” … time will tell if Webster picks it up ; ) So my blog, Seafood is The New Black, is my way of bringing a little bit of sea life (or is it sealife?) to the Midwest. And over on Seafood in the Circle City, you can read up on my favorite Indianapolis restaurants that serve seafood, and serve it well. As you read along, you’ll find all kinds of information … some that you might find more useful than others—and some, you might just find amusing … or not. Either way, and if nothing else, I hope you leave my little space here on the world wide web a little refreshed and maybe even a little inspired to bring a little bit of the ocean home with you. (Yes, I did use the word “little” four times in one sentence … it’s OK … mermaids like to repeat themselves.) Cheers! The Midwest Mermaid Oh, and if your curious, yes, I do actually write for a living … if you want to know about the organizations I work with and the publications where you can find my land legs, swim on over to the “Portfolio” tab … and thanks for visiting.

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