The Blog Nut

So...if you look at the dates of my previous entries...and you can do even rudimentary math...it's an easy leap to the conclusion that I am definitely not "one" with the blogging concept.

I have good intentions. I sometimes even have some pretty interesting thoughts. I guess what I don't have is the right motivation in the right time and at the right place.

I was thinking about all this yesterday as I was waiting in line at Cob's Bread.

There was a lady at the counter ahead of me. The clerk asked if she could help her. The lady studied all the goodies in the glass showcase.
Pointing at the cranberry custard danish (because the sign on the tray said that's what they were), she asked the clerk, "Are these cranberry custard danish?"
The clerk replied, "Yes they are."
The woman then said, "Ah..but what kind of danish?"
The clerk responded, "Um...cranberry custard."
The woman studied them for another 30 seconds and then said, "I see. But what kind are they?"

I listened to this exchange and wondered why it is that there is never an amigo standing next to you when things like this happen? You know...the things that make you wonder "WTF?"...or "seriously?"...or "unbelievable!" A like-minded buddy that you can exchange glances with and know that they are thinking the same thing you are.

And then it hit me! My blog! That is what I need a blog for! Not to visit every day....filling page after page with the ho-hum hum-drum activites of my life. No! My blog should be used to record the moments when I see something...or think something...or imagine something...and don't have an amigo on hand to share with!

My blog will be for those moments, insights, questions that you simply have to share!

No more trying to remember everything I do every day! No more trying to recreate the Diary of Anne Frank! No more pithy (and/or really boring) entries about kith and kin!

I am excited now!

Perhaps I've finally cracked the proverbial blog nut!

Always remember...

Life can be wildly tragic at times, and I've had my share. But whatever happens to you, you have to keep a slightly comic attitude. In the final analysis, you have got not to forget to laugh.


Katharine Hepburn

Does Two Months Make A Difference?

 No...not really. It's been almost two months since my last entry and there's very little difference at all.

Hmmm...well...I guess that's not completely true:

• there's no snow and the sun is shining today...although it's still really cold out and I am far from inspired to dig out my flip-flops
• my son celebrated his 31st birthday and for some reason that makes me feel even older than being a grandma
• my taxes are filed...that definitely wasn't true two months ago
• I have picked up a new journal for work and that should give me a few more $$$ then I had two months ago
• there are leaves (almost) on the trees and the lawn needs mowing (it needed shoveling two months ago)
• I've dabbled in all sorts of new cookie and cake recipes (some keepers and some losers)
• my pile of new cross-stitch and quilting patterns is much higher (shhhh...don't spread that one around...at least not where my husband can hear it)
• the boat is ready for her "Spring refit" and needs even more work then she did two months ago (the floating Money Pit knows no limits)

Geez...now that I think about it, I guess two months can make a difference...and I didn't even mention the new wrinkles and sags that have appeared!

Stopping By

It's late and I still need to get my shower. It's also cold and I want to be in bed with my cats, my covers, and my remote control.

Has seemed like a long day...it was definitely a snowy day. Lots of white stuff falling down all day long...beautiful to see but disruptive and annoying when you realize you need to go to the grocery store.

Skipped the store, cooked dinner and no one showed up, and now it's late and another day is in the can.

Are entries like these the reason people keep blogs? God, I hope not!

Love at Low Tide

The ocean tide goes out...so far out that a secret and seldom-seen world is revealed.

The emotional tide goes out...so far out that deep and oft-forgotten love is rediscovered.

We saw starfish, martens, dolphins, otters, seals, and darting fish.

We found laughter, tears, memories, renewal, and abiding love.

What a lovely weekend it was...

A New Year!

So I popped in here because I noticed the blog bookmark icon on my desktop and remembered I had a blog in the first place. Pretty sad when you don't keep your blog updated mostly because you forgot you had one.

Obviously, a fair amount of time has passed by since the last time I visited here. Needless to say, that missing time was filled with trial, tribulations, and activities...some quite memorable, some extremely forgetable. None of them worth trying to recount at this time (or at least not right now).

Today is Westen's first birthday. Seems weird to think that one year ago today, we were celebrating the birth of of our first grandson (and the fact that we finally got to be home after a 12-hour, overnight hospital vigil).

So Westen blows out the flame on one birthday cake candle and I get ready to blow out the flame on 57 birthday candles (well...in a few days that is). If I let myself think too much about it, the ratio of 1:57 can be pretty depressing....and scary!

Last Day of November

It all goes by so fast. I get older, I get saggier, I should be getting wiser (but I'm probably not). I spend more and more time these days thinking about all the things I really want to do versus the things I end up doing. I think I could find more excuses for that when I was younger...but not anymore.