Just checking in to say hello. The past month has been such an emotional roller coaster that I’ve been rendered relatively speechless when it comes to blogging. Trying to capture the sheer level of activity and relationship intensity and shape it into some sort of readable post just hasn’t made sense. Lots and lots of news and I’m thinking that the challenge for me is to find a way to write with a little more day-to-day balance. You have to admit, it’s pretty much all or nothing around here.
One problem is that I would really like to write more about my family: Rich, the children, Bud, my sisters and brother. There’s some great material there but they’re all so darn sensitive. Take my sister, Betsy for example. I could tell you some great stories about her vile cat, Cujo, but then she’d stop speaking to me. (testing. testing.)
Did I mention that this date marks the end of three years of blogging? My first stab at it was on March 11, 2005 so, if I’m here tomorrow, it will be the beginning of my fourth year here. Coincidentally, tomorrow is also the second anniversary of the day my mother died. Just typing that dries up any more words for today. This morning, I did revisit the words I wrote on March 11, 2006 and that’s what reminded me that I write well when I write about the people I know and love. I also took comfort anew from all the kind, loving and supportive comments left at that time.
I’m here and it’s pretty wonderful that most all of you, who read and write, have been around for most of that time. Thank you, both for reading and writing your wonderful journals. Robin Andrea, I know where your heart turns about this time in March. Gene, I got your e-mail. And I’ve been by your place. And it’s already been six months, so it’s probably like the thing about sick kids. Make an appointment with the pediatrician and they miraculously get better.
Talk soon. Be well.