Having heard about blogs, blogging, bloggers, etc. for some time now, I thought I'd check it out--you know, get into the 21st century and all that. Also, I thought it would give me incentive to do some writing--if the words are being shooed into cyberspace, then perhaps I will take them more seriously and actually produce some. I've actually begun a writing project about raising our four boys "back in the day" (as they say--not ME--sounds way too lame!). Anyway, any excuse to tap some words out on the old keyboard (although being a boomer, we recall using goose quills in school--a step up from the cuneiform clay tablets our parents used!).
Being the most techno-UNsavvy of people, I was impressed with how easy it was to begin blogging--hmmm, hopefully it isn't TOO easy. The road to hell and all that stuff--what would blogging hell be like? Would there be 9 circles? If Dante Alighieri was blogging today, who would he populate his infernal circles with? Would there be a URL limbo in circle 1? Porn sites that entrap the lustful in circle 2? The mind wonders...
It was pretty easy to get started--I've got my password, my URL, my template, yadda yadda. Who knows what will appear here? We're all full of words--words are how we reach out and know we're not alone. Words are how we share our stories of being human beings--all bozos on this bus of life that is moving us through the world. Some of us have a LOT of baggage in the compartment, and some of us have learned to travel light (not me--I'm hauling all kinds of stuff!)
No longer on the front lines of parenting, I have moved away from the front and can take some time to gather my thoughts and memories about raising boys. I realize how lucky I was to have boys--not that I have anything against girls (having been one myself long ago). But for me, being around boys is fun, exciting, dangerous and explosive (literally) all at the same time. They are also, in my experience, sweet and sentimental creatures who, once they emerge alive from the self-absorption of adolescence, are quite nice to their mothers.
Over the last several years, stories have emerged from the troops--apparently the statute of limitations is up on more things all the time. While their educational value is likely dubious (other than to demonstrate how easy it was to pull wool over parental eyes), they have been wildly entertaining additions to family dinners. So I thought I'd share...
Anyway, writing from beautiful Vancouver Island on this almost spring day, with daffodils nodding their golden belled heads and cherry blossoms bursting like pink popcorn up and down the streets, it bodes well for a new project--"Blogging begun--now I'm done!"
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Congrats Val - I've got you bookmarked and am loving your first few posts! Aside from a host of other benefits, having all the old stories written down will be a good way for me to double-check the facts when a certain Primero retells things at a family dinner with perhaps some slight exaggeration / embellishment ;-)
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