Just Another Day

I am committed to writing every day. I feel that I am loosing the touch. Loosing the momentum I had, use to have. I look back at my entries from the time when no one was reading this jnl (the secret jnl) and my writing flowed. It was informative and fun. It was truthful and not mindful of who was reading and the reactions that might happen.

It was freedom and it showed.

Everyday I usually have something to write about. But not post worthy. I know what I mean. I struggle over my entries to make them entertaining. Worth reading . Read worthy. Its hard.

I have ignored my hand written diary for so long now that it is difficult to take up again. I open it and find the last entry three weeks ago. I am crushed by that. So much happens every day.

Every day.

Last week I went out back and watched the Space Shuttle fly over. It was fantastic and awesome. The light emerged from the Southwest as predicted. It flew directly over FW and disappeared into the Northeast about four minutes later.

It was so bright! And it looked like it was two triangles connected at the middle. I think that other part may have been the space station.

The night was clear and the stars were just beginning to show themselves. The the Shuttle comes streaking across the heavens.

It made me feel so proud to be a part of this world, this universe.

That was last week. One day of last week.

What possibilities every day holds.

Christmas Day

Sitting at the computer screen trying to figure out the new Sirius system I received for X-mas. Not that it is too hard, yet it may prove to be, but Joe is asleep in the living room and I need to mess around with the boom-box.

So, I am in my pj's and it is going on 2pm.

I want to stay in my pj's all day. but as soon as Joe leaves for Dayton, I will go out and see if I can find a liquior store open. Certainly there will be one!

Yesterday I felt like crying all day. Because it started with Bridget calling me and telling me that her cat is in the vet's getting a backleg amputated. I am so crushed for Bridget. Why does everything that could possibly go wrong for that child go wrong? I could go on and on about the black cloud that hoovers over her, but I won't.

Anyway, after a lot of thinking, I finally found out how to sign on this new blog.

Now to make it look better...I think.

Gone Underground

My third blog.

I need one that I am not trying to write for anyone but myself. I find that as my audience grows, my creativity suffers. My brain begins to worry about writing an intellectual post. An interesting post. One that will receive positive feedback. In other words, my writing truly suffers.

Secondly it would not allow me my original www-demand. So I quickly looked who would dare use that URL and guess who it is? No one!! Why oh why wouldn't they allow me to use it.

Now I have some stupid off shoot of it.

Have lots to say but hubby is on the way home and I have to figure out how to put up some beautiful header that is more like me that the bland black.

Merry Christmas.