MY BLOG

It is Wednesday. As I stood on the front porch surrounded still by darkness I happily surveyed my yard. There is still dirt that covers our space. It had been covered by snow so long I wasn't sure the ground was still there. This is only February so there is still a chance for more snow. I am hoping this will not turn out to be the case. Bring on the sunshine. I am ready even for summers melting heat.

I didn't write yesterday. My sister called about six Am and asked me to read my Blog. I"I didn't write one today," I told her. "What am I going to do with you," she asked? "There are many who could come up with an answer to that," I said. I hope she doesn't ask them.

I didn't write a Blog yesterday because I was still embarrassed by the one I wrote on Valentines Day. I write these things then hours later read them again. "Good grief," I will mutter. "What a sad excuse for a Blog." Sorry but its all I've got. I'm amazed at times that I am still writing this. I will tell myself, "Give it up silly.' But I go a few days and presto I do it again. Now I want to assure you that I do not believe there are people waiting to hang on my written word. But still I take days when I feel driven to do it again.

Maybe I just don't have much of a life. But I love to write, even if its just this silly Blog.

I have always been amazed by words, the written words. Books, books, books. As I have said before I have my Mother to thank for that attribute. The love of reading is a attribute I strongly believe. Both of my children are big readers. If you read you can go anywhere and be for the duration of three or four hundred pages or more, someone else. I get my books as I have mentioned from "Wolfner Library." The greatest program the government has ever produced. I would truly be lost without them.

I keep thinking all those books I listen to should help me have better tools for writing myself, but they don't. For my Blog seems to have turned out to be just a rambling of my personal thoughts. I guess that's what they are suppose to be. I am not totally sure as I have never written one until about a year ago. Then I started as a dare to myself. And here I am months later still turning out these rambling self produced thoughts.

Will I ever quit, I don't know. I keep thinking soon I will find something really important to say. I write about The Emperor, my kids, Brother and Sister, grandkids, greatgrands, he list goes on. Wait a minute, those people are important, at least to me. Anyone reading this knows I'm addicted to "Little Debbie Cakes." I talk too much and dress to young for my age. I loved being a kid on Ninth Street and hate people who whine. Then have the nerve to get on here and whine myself. Especially on my Birthday. Anyone that knows me, knows I will always have an opinion about something. And I never good at keeping those opinions to myself. So this Blog could go on for a long time at least while I'm still breathing.

I've scattered my words. Once again unleashing them on Blogland. I smile as I watch them whirl away. Even if nobody sees them. I know they are still there. Isn't that what a Blog is all about? I head in the direction of home. I'm outta here another day.