Hee hee. I don't know if journaling every day, and the pressure that it included but also the enjoyment that it contained, gave my writing any advancement or not. I feel that it may have lost its usual original flair. The month long entries boiled down to mainly chronicling my daily existence. Most people's daily existence just ain't that mesmerizing. But, if anything, the entries I wrote offered a picture into a singular soul's very ordinary walk through life with all its mundanities. Life happens. It is happening all around me and this is how I contribute to life happening around other people. It is rather mind boggling to think of all these millions of people who live on this earth and how each one is going about their single life in their own particular ways. Many more exciting than mine. Many more fulfilling. Many more purposeful. But, also, on the other hand, many more dreary, many more horrible, many more helpless and hopeless. Mind boggling.
Now to change the subject, and that is also how life is, ever changing, ever going onto the next happening in life. The Weather Channel hasn't been wrong so far about this week being rainy, drippy, rainy, drippy, and rainy. The onslaught of constant drizzle or rain and constant gray sky has continued. The cats are more lethargic than usual as we are. The mourning doves are smart. There is a good dozen of them huddled in the gazebo safe from the wetness. They are perched on the woodpile, the swing, the plastic end table, and the chairs. I'd take a picture of them but they blend into the grayness. From this distance, you wouldn't be able to appreciate the funnyness of it and if I step outside the door they'll fly off.
We've sworn, though, that we are taking a break from the computers to sort out five blue boxes we have full of... Hmmm, could I say crap? No, no, they are full of... Crap. Now, Jo, that's not nice. They are full of artifacts from your husband's previous life. Materials that he has slogged through ten changes of home with. If we didn't have these blue boxes sitting around, it just wouldn't feel like home to us. What goes in these boxes is all the riffraff of Bill's technology purchases. Can we say one never has enough wires and cables? Need a cable or wire? Call us. There are also outdated cameras, tape recording machines, a 14.4 K modem (now that's going way back), a label maker (man, remember them things?), various office supplies that we haven't used for eight years, sticky labels of all kinds, and old calculators. We're talking dinosaurs here.
So, what do other people do on New Year's besides cleaning out boxes? Scores of people will be watching football. Ohio State is in a bowl game every year. I always felt their highest attainment was being in the Rose Bowl. But, this year, baby, it's the Big Time. They are playing for the national championship against the University of Miami in the Fiesta Bowl this Friday, January 3rd. I'll probably give it a look-see but not sure if I'll devote my time to the whole game. I might.
So, unless something else exciting happens today, this be it. You'll see me when you see me. Whenever the writing bug hits me again.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled erratic journaling...