I’ve written about blogging before – the why of my doing it – but I was thinking about it again yesterday while driving down to Avilla and back to get a prescription renewal.  I had some pretty good sentences come into my head, if I do say so myself; sentences that got right to the core of the matter.

I don’t know what they were now exactly, but I know the reason I blog is clear-cut: I enjoy fooling around with putting down in writing some of the funny stories I’ve encountered, some of the sad and some of the made-up fantasy places I’ve put together in my imagination.

I like it, and I like that because someone else may see it, I sometimes strive to be a little more accurate in what I say. It helps me to remember parts of my life as well, and it is where my life goes on when people are far away. They can come here and see AmeliaJake is still AmeliaJake and there are ongoing tales to go with the ones they may remember from the past . . . like the day I fiddled with the toilet tank mechanism and water shot all the way to the ceiling.

It’s a place where sometimes I can talk with them in ways that don’t work well on a phone – a place where they can pause for awhile  before going on  . . . because that is how we do it in real right-next-to-you life.

It’s pretty obvious I blog for some people because I am so desperate not to lose them.

And, yes, I blog because people have told me I have a gift for putting some feelings into words. I thought for years that everyone could; I have been told repeatedly many cannot and that they appreciate the lyrics to the melody.

All in all, I enjoy it – especially the goings-on with those raggedy regulars at the Peanut Butter Café & Roadhouse. They’ve signed the waivers and I’m going to be sharing more of their antics . . . although they might not have signed if I had phrased it like that to them.