Oh Hey There, Internet Bloggy Thing!

It's been awhile. Have you missed me? I have kind of missed you. I go back and forth when it comes to my feelings for you- swinging from Why am I doing this? to I have so many things to write about! Why can't I find any time to write?!

It has been an emotionally difficult month, with Christmas thrown in for some joy and relief from the angst. I posted a couple of desperate pleas here in the midst of my sadness- of course sometime around 3 AM when things seem at their complete possible worst.  I don't want to do that here though- I had friends texting and calling to see if I was ok. I'm fine. Life is just hard sometimes and doesn't turn out the way you want it to.  Now that I am in my 50's I feel that I have gained the wisdom and insight that entitle me to take people I am close to by the shoulders, put my face close up to theirs, and say, "I AM GOING TO TELL YOU WHAT YOU NEED TO DO TO LEAD A GOOD AND HAPPY LIFE, AND YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME!!" They probably wouldn't listen, though.

Anyway, back to you, Bloggary.  I think that deep down, the reason why people blog, is to be remembered when they are not around. I imagine that my great grandchildren will pour over what I have written here and, even though they never knew me, they will think I was so funny and interesting and creative.  (Makes me think I should do some housekeeping here…) This will somehow keep me alive forever.

I used to work at an antiques auction house and every once in awhile I would come across someone's old family photos and journals and diaries. It made me sad because the family didn't want them any more, or had lost them, and now they were to be sold to a stranger for $30.  A treasure trove of stories and memories, sometimes covering generations of a family.  (I found it ironic that these things were usually sold at ephemera sales….)

So, now we have THE INTERNET! We can share and post and blab on and on about ourselves. We just want people to notice us- and to miss us when we're gone. But, I sometimes wonder, there are so many of us doing this, aren't we just going to be lost in a sea of too much information about our lives? Maybe my great grandchildren will go back to writing diaries and keeping photo albums, and talk about what we did here as a silly fad, kind of like when we talk about how we used to listen to 8 track tapes and watch movies on video tape and now want to listen to records again. Who knows.

Oh well. Enough rambling for today. Here are some pictures of my lovely Christmas. And here's to hoping that the coming year will be filled with happiness and joy. No more of this horrid sadness stuff.