My darling dear Marmie told me the other day during a lengthy phone convo that she felt I needed to find something new and exciting to do.
"You are tiring of your blog" she said.
"I can tell because you haven't been writing very much" she continued.
She knows me well enough to know that every couple of years I have a need to go on a new adventure.
Explore the great... whatever.
Learn a new trick, become consumed by a new passion, re-birth myself.
But if my truth be told I dearly love writing this blog.
And I love my readers even more.
And I and this blog are going nowhere.
I mean we aren't leaving (I know it's going nowhere...tragically evidenced by the absence of any kind of notice or contact from the Blogs of Note people, which no longer exists or maybe I've been blocked..??)
I appreciate the readership I have (more than words can convey).... however, all this writing is technically nothing more than free therapy for me.
Times when I don't much like my life I can go back and read and know that moments viewed through baby poop colored glasses are truly few and far between.
And rarely last longer than the time they took to write about them.
I can't remember what I ate for dinner yesterday, but I can look back to a year ago and remember shopping for a mother of the bride dress for Googie and Trouble's wedding all because of this blog.
Or I can remember Bear threatening to leave me and move away to go to school.
(That one is quite funny to re-read. And it's probably saved his life and limb on occasion. I find myself getting perturbed often with his non-stop eating, his kindly filling and refilling of my dirty clothes hamper, his Cheetos fingerprints all over the remote control... and his never ending request "hey, yo, could you pick me up some good face soap"...for the record, I think he may be snorting it.)
It's nice to remember how much I thought I was going to miss him...because when he did go away, I missed him. I missed him worse than terribly.
Thanks for the visit...see you soon.