It will be almost two years this coming April that I broke my ankle and started this blog. It's been a good experience for me to write my way through some mini life chapters, but I am rethinking whether I will continue with it or not. My readership hasn't expanded and it's been quite a while since anyone posted any comments. As with my "morning pages", the voice in this blog has been personal and, occasionally, I have made missteps with my sharings. All lessons learned in writing on the internet which I will take with me as I grow.
But does this blog serve a purpose any longer?
Who really cares if I post or not? It's that questions, again, of the "sound of one hand clapping"?
No answers on this Sunday morning where I am still in PJs, with an old Rock Hudson/Doris Day movie ("Lover Come Back") playing in the background. The neighbor's dogs started barking at 7:30 a.m. and didn't quit until 10 when I complained, so my mind was distracted by the barking and I could barely read the newspaper or listen to the morning news stations. A vintage movie seemed a soothing choice to the noise. And that led me, eventually, to the computer.
I read in the NYTimes, actually, I skimmed, not read the article--that we should be planning to live to 95. I tended my dad's vascular ulcers three times this week and, as he approaches 93, it doesn't seem a very glorious way to live in old age. So, I will look forward to a lazy Sunday and maybe go back to bed to read a novel that takes me to Pemberly (Elizabeth Bennet/Pride and Prejudice), post Lizzy and Darcy's romance, as it traces the blooming of her plain sister, Mary. A pleasant distraction to the possibility of vascular ulcers and reality of barking dogs.
What pleasantries for the day are you planning this Sunday, this week?
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