I sometimes wonder how I can keep blogging, day after day, when so many other blogs are neglected and die. There are no less than three blogs I used to read daily, and all three women have pretty much stopped writing because they've faced some huge tragedies in their lives. I don't begrudge them their choice not to write, but I find it puzzling.
The irony is that when I am upset I want to write. I want to spew out all the sadness, anger, just plain negativity that boils up. Just like talking to a therapist helps a lot of folks, the simple act of writing things down helps me get a grip.
I decided back in 2005 I wasn't going to fret over this blog being literary or profound in any way. If I just blogged once a week that would be different. I'd polish up my essays and go for an entirely different tone.But I blog daily, or close to it. So it is what it is.
I read an explanation of what makes an artist that went something like "a true artist creates because he has to, not because he's inspired." I wouldn't call myself an artist, more a craftsman, but there are times when I grab a piece of paper and a pencil, if there's no computer handy, and I just write. Usually that comes in the form of a poem, but not always.
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I was finally able to send off the complete package of stuff to the Cherokee County Sports Hall of Fame, for my grandfather's "enshrinement" in April. I love that word "enshrinement." I picture some elaborate ceremony involving thousands of priests and tons of flowers and solemn music. Something cinematic and mystical. The reality will be quite different of course, but that's OK. He has long been enshrined in the hearts of those of us who remember him well. My mother is helping me write the speech about him. It's still uncertain who will give the speech, but we will figure it out.
That's a huge load off my mind.
Eros will have naked bodies; Friendship naked personalities.
- C. S. Lewis
Michael spent the evening at Colton's house last night, talking with Colton, Matthew, and Bart, a tight little group of friends. I am so glad he has them, these boys who come from nice families, who are polite and articulate, and make good grades in school. Even though Bart and Mat are already in high school, I hope he will keep this little group close as long as he can.
I think friends can save a person. I don't know where I'd be without my friends. Mine sustain me, in so many ways. They also annoy the crap out of me sometimes, though, I must admit. I have unfriended several folks on Facebook recently because they are so far to the left politically I can't read their political postings without my blood pressure boiling up and I don't need that.
Well, I've jumped around all over the map with this little post here. I need to get Michael up so we can run get him a haircut. He's been grousing about it for a week. Then there are a thousand other things to do this weekend. The fun never stops around here.
I can't remember if I've posted this or not but I think it's hysterical:
