Blogging, such a dumb term. Why couldn't it have stayed weblog or internet diary or online thoughts? Those are terms I like just a little better. But I am late to the blogging party so I must cave to the peer pressure and BLOG.
It seems as though everyone blogs and most seem to have a theme to their blog. People blog about raising children that are special needs or gifted or in pageants or are home schooled. People blog about their disease, treating their disease with experimental therapy, conventional therapy, holistic therapy, dog therapy. Or they blog about how they changed their way of life through Christ or trees or all chocolate diets. Some blog about finding fashion for less or make up for more. Others blog about how to turn old coffee cans into reading lamps. There are even those that have turned their blog into guest spots on TV programs or have authored books or created a column for a magazine.
And then there's me and my blog. Kindoflikewriting is not viral nor do I expect it to ever be. You shall not see me in the Best Blog of the Week section of Better Homes and Gardens. I am not going to lead anyone to a better, more fulfilled, Jesus coated life full of vegan recipes and garage sale finds. Nope, you won't find any of that here. What you will find is the openly expressed thoughts of a middle aged woman that is looking at three grown children, an aged puppy and a best friend of nearly 26 years.
Let me break it down for you. Middle aged- I am forty four. I am assuming that I will live to be eighty eight. So this is a realistic middle age, not those fifty seven year old women that are trying to disguise their age. Who are they kidding, not too many live to 114 so if you are actually middle age, thumbs up to you!
Three grown children- that may be the hardest part. I know that my job as a parent is not over even though they are all eighteen. I know that they will be back for days, weeks, months at a time when life flips them the bird and they just need a safe place to regroup. I know that as they get older, our relationship will continue to shift into new roles. But the truth of the matter is that their decisions are their own and I have to abide by them. I have to watch the boxes get packed, the hearts get broken, the dreams get squashed just a little and can only offer a warm hug, a sounding board, another hug.
An aged puppy-Harlow is eight and a half now. Her muzzle is grey. She struggles to get up and struggles to get down. Her eyesight may be failing. She is beyond middle age. She is golden now and I have pledged to her days filled with dignity.
A best friend of nearly 26 years-ah, Danny. He's much to write home about! I think there will be a lot of weblogs about my fella and me. I may start to document our grand Wednesday night movies or our golf outings. I may even share our tips for a happy life.
So here it is. My well thought out plan for this blog that I have been tinkering with for a couple of years. Will you read it? I hope so. I hope that I generate a thought or two in some one's head. I hope that someone thinks nice things about me and my silly little life. But you know what I really hope, deep down? I hope my grandbabies read this internet diary and they learn through my words about the lives that came before them.
Blogging Blogging Blogging.
man my fingers are dogging
got to keep a logging
Online!
Great, now the Rawhide song is stuck in my head...
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