My Mission Statement

Ron and I were talking about our blogs yesterday on the way to my dropping him off at work, which I was doing because his ten year old Buick was on a respirator at the shop. He was saying how hard it is to come up with relevant topics on an everyday basis. Of course it's much harder for him than it is for me. I don't have bosses. I can write about anything I want to. There's no one telling me it's not appropriate to write about my husband's underwear, like I did here, or his smelly dog, like I did here, or his tendency toward perpetual colds, like I did here, or even his in-vain attempt to reel me in, like I did here. Where I'm free to choose any subject and to call it like I see it, he, understandably, has to operate within certain guidelines. I can write about stupid stuff, be politically incorrect, piss people off, or bore them to death, and it won't change a thing. Any limitations would make it a lot less fun.

I don't know why other bloggers blog. I just know why I do. My blog is a writing assignment I gave to myself. It's my journal. I love for everybody to read it, but specifically it's a journal for my grandchildren and great grandchildren, so they won't have to wonder about who I was when I'm dead and gone. They can read this (when they're old enough, of course) and get a pretty good idea. As we used to say in the sixties, I let it all hang out. I hope they (and you) can appreciate and forgive me for that.