Stand Clear!!!

Poor little sad neglected blog.  Sadly shaking its head and wondering where it went wrong, how it offended, what did it do...One of the curses/blessings of my life is that I write pretty much constantly in my head a good deal of the time.  Or at least I have consistently for most of my life.  About 1/100000th of those musings make it onto a page.  And the head writing is diminishing.  (Insert uncontrollable sobbing)  This blog began as a curiosity, an experiment in dabbling in new technology.  Under the tutelage of my neighbor Tanner exactly ten years ago last month (huzzah...), I joined that world.  I have regrets.  I should have committed to daily posts.  I should have included more pictures, more school stories, more deep thoughts.  I should have, I should have, I should have.

Posting every day for a decade would have resulted in 3,650 posts.  I have 614.  Do the math.  My good sense might tell me to pack it in.  Obviously eating, sleeping, reading, staring into my navel have taken precedence.  Sometimes I want to desert my blog--not really desert, just walk away from.  Yeah, I guess desert.  Another part of me wants to sprout a new blog--one where I can write anonymously and clear my head.  Or one where I pick a specialty and form a tight-knit community of knitters or gardeners or sociopaths.  Of the blogs I began reading ten years ago only one or two still exist.  Sometimes I'll visit a site and root around all Scarlett-in-her-garden-at-Tara-after the-war-ish to see what's there.  Mostly dust.  WHERE DID EVERYONE GO????????????  Is there some sort of parallel on-line writing world where people are still quippy and engaging?  Am I missing the party???  I suppose not.  I'll put this out to the cosmos (because that has ALWAYS been my audience).  The embarrassing thing here is that I sat by some lovely lovely people in the Seattle airport last week, and after a delightful hour of banter shared this blog address with them.  How embarrassing is that??  And I think some of my Chinese students come here too to poke around!  Nary a radish or shriveled up garlic clove...

  

Two choices:  Quit.  Remain.  Bow out.  Recommit.  Cave. Conquer. 

I realize I'm bordering on melodramatic.  The cosmos I appeal to generally overlooks that.

 A post a day for one week.  A post a day for one week.  Not a solution to world hunger--but at least a single fist shaking into the dark night.