I found this sign today in the hospital gift shop. I thought it was a good one for the computer room. It's here I write my little ditties for the blog. Now I realize that the meaning of this sign is more about having a fresh start in life each day, but I'm taking it more literally and gearing it to blogging. As February comes to a close in a few days I looked back at my first attempts at blogging. It was a leap year in 2008 and that was my first post. I didn't have followers. I didn't even know anything about "followers". I was writing for my family and it seemed like a good way to keep a bit of a journal. Back then many of my family members were bloggers also and it was a good way to share stories and photos. Now most have gone to just Facebook or other social media. I've kept it up for these past 10 years and my family asked me to continue. It comes in handy when we want to know who was at what function or how something was celebrated or how the weather was during that year. I like to look back at my old posts to see if the weather patterns were similar. Pretty much the same! It's the wet season now with our yard soggy as heck and the temps that rise and fall like a bouncing ball. It was 71 on Tuesday but by Thursday it was cold and icy and even snow in some areas. Today was 60! Hard to keep up and know what to wear. Pretty close to what it was 10 years ago. Sometimes I'm asked about blogging and most folks say they couldn't do it because they would have nothing to write about. Facebook is easier because it's just a quick note and photo. But I tell them that everyone has a story. I remember a lesson I had on keeping a journal many years ago. There was a journal that only had 10 entries in it. But even those few entries gave you an insight into the person that wrote it . What a shame that it stopped there. I have letters written by my Dad to my Mom that cover most of WWII. They give me a look at a young man and woman, not married yet, but so in love who weathered the worst of times. My Dad was a good writer and I sure wish he had kept a journal. He died before any of my kids had the chance to know him. They would have loved him. His birthday is in February...the 18th...he would have been 98 this year. I think of him every day. So I'll continue to write my little stories down even though they seem a bit redundant over the years. It's good to have some things stay the same. But seeing how the kids have changed, grown and what new paths they are on does change quickly. So I'll give tribute to family that has passed and celebrate with those still here and share it through blogging. Thanks for taking the time to read it!
Welcome to the Pines! I'm a wife of many, many years with my Chiropractor hubbie, the Mom to 4 all grown up boys/now men...and Grandmother to 9 super Grandkiddos. I work in surgery and my simple adventures are here for your amusement..can you take it?