How Do I Post?

I’m a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kind of blogger. I may get an idea and I’ll snap out a few lines to get a thought down, as I am doing now, when I should be downstairs helping with dinner. I didn’t know what a Blog was until June of 2009. Yes…a couple, two or three months ago (depending on when this is published plus a great tie in to my category heading called A Couple Two or Three…but I digress). I like to have draft posts and unpublished photos in my media library to draw on when I don’t have a topic off the top of my head. My goal has been to post at least three times per week, but I’ve been doing more….dinner’s ready…gotta go.

Well, that was delicious…I’ve been posting regularly since my site went live, but I did do research by reading books about Blogs. I will be listing them at a later time. It gave me more confidence about what I want to do with my Blog. Maybe more importantly, I learned what I don’t want to do on my Blog. You won’t find rants against the establishment, political slamming or religious bias. I just get up everyday and try to find some beauty, learn something new, and feel that in some small way that I have had a voice…though..technically I guess that would be a podcast. Oooo. I like that idea! Check back again…

One Heart

I showed my mom my Blog the other day. I had my homepage open on the screen when she walked in the room. She didn’t understand what she was seeing, but I tried to explain my purpose – without much  conviction – and I demonstrated how each category photograph slides into a full view when the cursor  moves over it, and by clicking she could access my posts under these different categories. I could see I was baffling her even more.

I wrote about you and Dad,

I said as I opened my post titled Mom and Dad. I printed out the post so she could read a hard-copy (I know she can’t read on dark backgrounds, yet I insist on having a black theme). I stood beside her, on edge,  trying to read my mother’s response.

She giggled. To what I don’t know, but she read on and at another point she giggled again. Towards the end she leaned into it. More focused. When she finished she turned to me, looked me in the eye, and gave a curt nod. Not enough for me, I had to ask what she thought of it. Mom looked down at the last page and said out loud,

One form, one destination, one heart.

She looked at me again.

‘Nough said.