Raison d’etre

When I was in fifth grade, I received a Girl Scout diary.  It’s still somewhere in my house, buried along with 65 years’ worth of memorabilia,  an assortment of notebooks recording in greater or lesser detail the daily events of my life.  Sometimes I’d stop writing for months or even years, but eventually I’d resume the catalog of my humdrum daily life.  Sometimes I’d stick to facts; other times my journal became the outlet for ideas and emotions I couldn’t or wouldn’t share aloud.  Throughout my mother’s life, we exchanged long letters which were diaries of a sort; and during my 45+ years of marriage, my husband and I talked about everything.  At day’s end we’d debrief, share anecdotes, reminisce and plan, act as sounding boards for each other’s thoughts, let off steam.  Since his death nearly a decade ago, there’s been no substitute for this part of my life, and I’ve missed it terribly.  Now comes the age of the blog, just in time — as my old hands don’t hold a pen as well as they once did, and my cat isn’t interested in conversation about anything but food — so after months of procrastination, I’m going to try this 21st century way of capturing and preserving my thoughts.  Thumper said, “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say nothing (sic) at all.”  Maybe by consigning my thoughts to the blog, I can have it both ways.  Let the games begin!

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~ by lisydomu on July 29, 2008.

One Response to “Raison d’etre”

  1. Congrats!

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