Chatting on

Well, dwindling posts from the Average Janes and Joes has turned into a landslide. And that’s okay – mass blogging was a trend. However, I think I’m going to gather my momentum up and get back to speed, not because the world needs to know anything from or about me, but because I enjoy connecting, well, a least having my little hand out there waving hello.

Ten years ago I could open my computer, click on the Internet and experience all sorts of drama that had nothing to do with me. I could follow the ups and downs and catastrophe family fights on a daily basis. You really didn’t have to live your life; you could spend a good part of your day keeping track of whose in-law was miffed at whom and what toddlers all over the country were doing to drive their mothers crazy and even find out about Mormon underwear.

Then it slowly petered out. And even The Pioneer Woman gave up all pretense of being a daily companion to all those folks out there that she loved more than her luggage.

I petered down and petered out, but I am aware of this drip, drip, drip of my thoughts continuing and carving out the landscape of my character, so I think I’ll keep on writing to the wind because it’s part of my sense of being here.

Now, as to that drip, drip, drip . . . I’m not like Maxwell Coffee, not all my drops are good. Just a warning.