This morning, a Saturday, Destry and I were awake, but trying to get a bit more rest before we arose to meet the challenges of the day. Across the hall we heard a five year old voice, "coca-dooldle-doo." She quickly came into our room and tried to open our blinds--lucky for us she couldn't reach, to announce that it was morning and we should get up. So much for a restful Saturday morning.
I began this blog one year ago this month. This is my 31st post. That puts me at exactly 2.4 posts per month. Not a world's record, but a personal best. Up from the zippo I had before. I started it so that my children would have some record of their family's life. I haven't been very good at journal keeping in the past. I have been hit or miss at best. What I hadn't anticipated was how much I have enjoyed writing and reading this blog. I have reread my posts, some of them several times. They have made me laugh, cry and reminisce about my life. I like to write, so it should not have been such a surprise. But for some reason or other I didn't realize how much I would benefit from it. Maybe next year I will average a 3 or even 4 posts each month. I have ideas and notable life events that I could write about, but we shall see.
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