No longer cute.

Tough crowd.

Georgie on Yahoo Answers says
"There are two sayings that come to mind the first being;

You can pick your friends, but you can't pick you family.

And the other is

You can pick your nose, and you can pick you friends, but you can't pick your family."

But really, you can't even pick your friends.

This saddens me and makes me prone to big, plopping tears at unexpected times. I really hate that.

Tag ! You're the Adult!

Nope, not playing that game...

But

You can't cut your losses and run from a surly 16 year old or a chronically cranky husband but oh, there are times I wish I could. Driving down 95, I think how easy it would be to keep going. Drive the van, pull over and duct tape the curtains onto the windows. Sleep. Drive some more. Elizabeth Berg describes such a thing in The Pull of the Moon.

I'm not a particularly public person, so why am I writing all of this in this underbelly of a blog?

The Cheese Stands Alone

In the end, you are alone. Wife, mother, friend falls away and you are alone. So ask yourself, " Do you make yourself happy, can you trust yourself to make sound decisions, Can you stand your own company?"

Car Talk

Not the NPR show, I'm referring to the conversations while driving alone, usually on a stretch of Highway. This is when I wish I had a voice activated recorder in the car. I think of useful stuff at times like that and I am so sure I will remember when I get to my destination. I rarely do. I have a bulletin board in the car but that doesn't always work. The pen, the paper, the push pins. The road, the steering wheel...

Highway driving brings out other whims, as well. I see a sign that indicates I am headed north on I95 toward New York and I think Yeah. Why not?

Blog of Note?

What constitutes a blog of note? How does it differ from blithering? How do you catch those thoughts and wrestle them to the screen?

Do you find your self wandering and saying "what was I thinking? Why am I in this room? What was that thought I wanted to add to my notes of things to do today?"

Oh, Me, neither.

Looking Out

http://www.cowboylyrics.com/lyrics/prine-john/hello-in-there-10843.html

This song becomes more poignant every day. It is very eay to feel invisible or of no consequence when you've been around awhile. We've done it ourselves. But I know that when I look out on the world, age isn't on my checklist. I don't view things that way.

If no one reads your blog, does it exist?

Strange to be writing and have no comments to speak of. I like the give and take of e-mail or (gasp) speaking to someone. Although e-mail can be annoying. What about a wiki? That might provide the give and take and possibly be a more seamless way of adding your 2 cents.

Why blog?