Whatever, Mom » 2004

Lets see, I have a partially-pinned-together quilt project (my first, and purely an experiment,…so don’t go thinking “she makes her own clothes…”) waiting on me to figure out how to use the sewing machine so they can be pieced together, I have two albums worth of photos semi-organized and ready for placement, I have two kids sleeping who will inevitably wake up momentarily, I’ve got two books I’ve started but not yet finished, and I’ve got a house that’s totally gone to shit because I don’t want to do any “work” during the free time that is the kids’ nap-time — So of course its perfectly appropriate to add a blog to my list of things to do.

I’m not sure what’s posessed me to sign on to this virtual journal phenomenon. I get sucked into reading others regularly, and I know I’ve no hope of being as entertaining as theirs — so “the glory of writing for others ” is certainly not on my list of of why I’m doing this.I’ve never journaled before — well, that’s not true…I think I journaled for about six months while in high-school. But I’ve no idea where the thing is (journals were on paper back then, you see), and its never been anything of “importance” to me.Just noodling over the “why” I’m doing this now has really stirred up a lot in me — like I’ll never be able to put into words what I really want to say, like I’ll never stick to it, like …yada yada yada.

Whatever, Mom.

That’s what my no-quite-three-year-old-said to me today. Whatever, Mom. Where the hell did that come from?!?

Wherever it came from, its appropriate advice. Skip the trepidations and excuses and just go on and enjoy it.

So, am I enjoying it yet?

Up in the Roost: 2004 October

Um, so where do I go from here?