I’ve been blogging for two years now. I chose February 14, 2009, Valentine’s day, an easy date to remember. The purpose was…well, it doesn’t matter now, things change. The best part of blogging are all the wonderful and talented people I’ve discovered. Some I may never meet, some I’ve met, and some are dear friends.
This little blog, my journal of mother’s journey with a few sundry items thrown in, is a pain and a joy. I have to come up with stuff to write about. Looking back, some posts are my favourites, other are a “meh” and some have been deleted with a “what was I thinking?” I’m not one of those witty writers, no, much more serious, which probably doesn’t draw many in, but, it’s mine, a little dot in the blog universe.
I’ve not made many entries lately, mom is not eating or drinking. I am not her daughter, most of the time. She likes me and lets me care for her, holding her hand, all the stuff I do, but, she insists I am not her daughter. Mom said, “thank you for coming, now you can go find your real mother.” Okay, then, I’ll get right on that. It is hard some days.
Two bright and shiny new babies arrived last week. Addison Janessa, my new great-niece was born on Thursday. She is beautiful. Dale and Bev are very happy. Addison is their long awaited baby. We are celebrating. On Friday, a new puppy came to live with Steve and Aleha. Marlowe, an Australian herding dog who will grow up to be no more than 44 pounds or so, I am told. They are very happy. I will meet him on Thursday. Everyone needs a puppy once in their lives.