Why I Write This

I finally got my home computer set-up corrected enough to be back online regularly with updates to this thing. While I was uploading a lot of old entries, I noticed that I've been doing this blog for more than two years now. Congratulations to me. I flake out on my writing most of the time, but I'm proud to say I've kept this up.

It hasn't been easy, though. I never really understood through most of it why I was writing it. I sometimes think that I shouldn't make it personal...who am I to be writing so public a memoir? But just now, I realize that this all started with the death of my father. I wanted a way to speak to my family--even if they never heard it, even if 'family' meant someone related to me reading it next week, next month, next year, or next lifetime. I think it's becoming a node of my personal digital library.

Bob and Michelle were here this weekend...got to see them both without the filter of other family. Very interesting what turns out.