Way back in the stone age of blogging I jumped into the regular writing of comments about current events with both feet. I knew way more about the content I wanted than the nuts and bolts of maintaining the blog itself.
I was a newly minted reverand and I was on a mission...
The end result of that mighty effort was a continual very unwanted virus that promised penile enlargement via hundreds of unwanted messages. Every time I deleted hundreds more of the same message "popped up," so to speak.....
As I am female and have no interest in the size of my readers I finally gave up and quit writing at all....I know how weak that sounds, but there you go...
But now it is 2008 and EVERYBODY has a blog and/or a MySpace page. I swear...even my ex-husband's dog has her own page now. I probably should send her a solidarity message...naw...maybe the phone number of the rescue group for her breed...naw...redirect...refocus...use what you learned as an exceptional education teacher all those years....
Ok, cleansing the blog palate now...
Who I am...
I am 52 years old mom and my only child is 22 (Wow! How did that happen?). I look more like my mother than I ever thought I would. Every once in a while I unexpectedly channel my mother through the same inane actions and comments I loathed growing up with her.
If I am cold I urge everyone around me me to put on a sweater. I even know I have said this at least once, "I go out and buy food and then you go and eat it!" Egads....
Redirect...redirect...
In this blog I plan to regularly write about being a divorced, disabled, overly educated loom weaver. That's right...I am really good at something now that last held popular sway in 14th century European trade guilds. I also missed the sixties by about 3 years...sigh...
I love to weave with the Sci-Fi channel on. Weaving the past while watching the future is my home grown time travel.
I also watch "Intervention" on A&E while drinking Southern ice tea with a splash of vodka. I see it as low tech innoculation...like tiny allergy shots to stop full scale reactions. I also get to say outloud, "Well, there's at least one family more dysfunctional than mine!"
Ok, so in the future will come musings about
disability rights,
living in Florida,
having uncurable disabilities,
being Southern,
my rescued pets and
the search for that woman who stole the life I planned...you know who she is...she has her original husband, two kids (one of each gender), one loyal but dense dog, an arrogant cat, a home that is foreclosure proof and that ridiculously pristeen white picket fence.
Until next time,
RevRus
