(Uummm….. sooo, I started these thoughts… and then worked on a bathroom for a week and a half or some crap.)
Ya… it’s a road. Might be a couple of them out there, but I’m actually referencing what “Widower Day” it is and I thought it sounded a helluva lot cooler and heckuva lot less sad and dramatic. I read through my last bloggery post and… well… it just didn’t jive with me tonight. It didn’t sound like me… to me… which is weird… because I wrote it, but I guess that is part of the whole experience.
As I am “rolling with it”, there have been more than a few new things in my life. It comes with the territory. There’s a whole lot of doing the same things you have always done… except they’re different and new. Thirtydaysofmo(r)ning is something new for me, everything about it. Yes, I’m on my phone more than I would like to admit, but we/I haven’t had a computer for years. I’m one of those people who is absolutely amazed by the power of the interweb, but when it’s in front of me… I’m basically a monkey staring at bright lights hitting the button that gives me craigslist because I understand pictures, basic writing, and numbers… without letters attached to them. So, as I figure out how websites, blogsites, sharing, publishing, editing, widgets, tags, post format (whatever the fuck that means)… I’m also learning about how I want to use it. I know I don’t want it to be all melancholy stuff, because I ain’t all melancholy all the time. I’m fine with sharing whatever with the world, but doing that through writing is quite the exercise. So then you start thinking about talking into a phone or computer screen and posting a video here and there to see if that is something you want to be a part of the site… have a little video corner… and then figure out how to make a little video corner.
I guess there’s always a little excitement at the start of things no matter what those things are. From the start on… whatever it is… it changes. Sometimes you write about death and cancer and sadness and stuff… other times, it’s just a bit about your day like the fact that you woke up at 6:00am to the first of four alarms set on your iPod touch from 2011. Yes, four alarms… with snooze… because I need to hear four harps, two ducks, and an old car horn before I can get up and out of bed. I don’t even plan to get up at six in the morning. I get out of bed at 6:30… I have just been digging the slow, laze in bed, half awake, half asleep with moments of body spasms and flips to turn off 97 decibles of harps, ducks, and old car horns.
Thirty Days of Mo(u)rning 