At the end of next month this blog will be two years old. By the end of the week it will pass 100,000 visitors. I appreciate you dropping by, but as my brother says frequently, "it's all about me."
It's a place where I can rant yesterday about electronic isolation, and mention today that it's worked out pretty well for me in the space of this blog.
It offers me all the opportunity for the sturm und drang of the old newspaper columnist days without geographic boundaries, self-censorship, deadlines, editors or "advertiser consideration."
I could not have imagined how the last two years would play out any more than I could that I'd still be doing this (or that our house in Georgia would STILL be for sale, but that's a whole 'nother rant).
I'd like to think I have a better handle on the next two years... and now know this space will continue to serve as my personal punctuation.
Yes, I have gotten the sometimes less than subtle hints at how much better it could be with editing/ spellcheck. Call it a small rebellion rather than laziness. I do the writing and recrafting thing for a living. This is quick, easy and strictly WYSIWYG.
The blog was born in the fog and confusion of facing serious illmess. While we got through it together just fine, it remains deliberately fuzzy around the edges.
There's nothing like a little mortality glimpse to make you want to write it all down.
It's no conincidence that scrapbooking has become a passion for me in the last year.
Children grow up and away. Things you believed to be concrete are often sand.
It isn't a question of preserving things for the ages,
but of dropping the cyber-reminder "I'm still here."
And still a really bad typist.

Copyright 2005 Judi Griggs