Eleventy billion years ago, when it was newish, I met up with a friend for coffee, and she told me about this new cool thing called facebook. I fell down that rabbit hole, and it was the death of my blogging.
I tried over the years to go back to the blog writing, but it was always lacking the energy that it posessed before social media landed in my lap.
So I am trying to push myself in two new old directions: I want to start reading again (I was going blind and had eye surgeries and my eyes get very tired very quickly when I read paper pages, but my kindle is readable), and I want to start writing again. Nobody please tell me to "write a book". Gosh, that will probably never happen and if it does, it won't be because someone told me that I should. I am stubborn like that.
So if anyone finds this, who used to read this blog a long time ago, an update: My kids are grown but not flown, my husband died of cancer in 2017 and I work part time at a library NOT as a librarian. I am still Orthodox Christian. My health has improved and I like kayaking and spotting wildlife. I grow roses and I am so over cooking and sewing. I am simultaneously tied down and at loose ends.