Hello, Old Friend...

Yes we are [friends] and I do like to pass the day with you in serious and inconsequential chatter.  I wouldn't mind washing up beside you, dusting beside you, reading the back half of the paper while you read the front.  We are friends and I would miss you, do miss you and think of you very often.  I don't want to lose this happy space where I have found someone who is smart and easy and doesn't bother to check her diary when we arrange to meet.  ~Jeanette Winterson


 Hello, old friend,

so much to say.

I'm sorry I have been away.
Blogging was so much easier when I was anonymous!
Once I connected to Facebook,
well,
I slowly became self conscious,
shy, mortified...

   OK, OK, 
Now all those who know me in the real world stop laughing.
I mean it!
 

This blog was never about gaining an audience.
It was never about talent.

I, humorously enough, stumbled into blogging
while trying to escape algebra and statistics one day.
It began as a way of talking out loud to myself
and
to no one in particular...
something I seem to do remarkably well.


Then the avalanche occurred...
The computer died,
school snowballed with exams,
Christmas,
New Years...
One day I noticed I didn't want to post what I had written.
It was silly and trite.
Insecurity swelled.

Nothing I said was of any consequence
and yet people were reading and commenting.
At first, there was no pressure.
Again, I couldn't bring myself to post what I had written!?
I sounded selfish and small.
On and on the battle raged within me with an ever growing list of why not to publish again.

School resumed and oddly enough I am in a nursing technology class.
Wiki's, blogs, Web 2.0...so I decided to revisit my old friend,
keeper of my secrets, devoted listener to all my woes and whining.
Now where can you find a friend like that?
I reread and relived my blog.
It will be a year old in March.
The memories and stories are there.
They are mine
recorded for all
or
no one to see
and that's OK.
The joys and sorrows,
 thoughts, pictures,
  poetry (bad but none the less mine).
It's all there.
It has become a part of me.
 

So keyboard ready,
I resume the chatter.

For those who follow,
I appreciate you and I'm sorry.
Welcome back to Mops and Pops Place.
A blog about a middle aged woman finding her way amid
life's ordinary, everyday drama,
all the while hammering out the details on a keyboard.
Anyone is welcome to hitch a ride and tag a long.
I will continue to
throw my thoughts into the wild blue yonder...
like seeds...
for no reason at all!

None.
Nada.
 No agenda.
No scheme.
No grand plan to rule the world...

What more could an old lady ask for...

 Sorry, I digress...
  Hmmm, 

I won't write that list...

not just yet anyway....

P.S.

It snowed!