I don’t know if you noticed but I haven’t been blogging as much as I used to and I’m not sure why.
It may be that my life has become so dull that I’m not even interested in it. How can I expect strangers to read it.
Let me give you an example.
This morning I found a piece of a hot dog in my bed. You don’t have to be Hercule Poirot to figure out who put it there.
Does that a blog make?
I think not.
Yesterday I got 2 free meals.
One from David who was in NYC on business.
That was kinda blog worthy because he paid.
The other was a wonderful birthday dinner with my darling nephews and nieces.
I guess my dog biting many of them would be newsworthy but to me it’s just a Tuesday.
See what I mean?
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Of course I worship Debbie. I treasure every snack she brings you in bed. Clearly, you adore each other. However…! The rug is perfection. Debbie says it’s her perfect backdrop.
I bought that rug on line for under 300 bucks
Possibly you are blogging less because the small d reason you began is receding, and has been replaced by the love and community of your family and friends and small worshipful dogs bearing hotdog gifts. One can live a happy life and blog, but maybe your happy life doesn’t need this blog any more.
I met you through Julie, who exemplifies love herself. I’ll never forget your description of Julie hearing what had happened to you while she was in a grocery store and being so upset for you that she put back her items and left. Of course, this is a memory of what you wrote rather than a quote, so maybe I’m a bit off, but I think that was essentially it. When something similar happened to me, the people in my life were not capable of responding with the same protective love. When one doesn’t get that it’s difficult to retain a sense of being a good person who was rejected because of someone else’s issues instead of a lacking person who was rejected because of somehow failing to measure up.
I’m fond of, and admire, you Smith-Klam-Matthews-Davenport people. The love your family shows you, and the love you show your family, moves me. Your blog, with its humor, honesty, grief, generosity, and love has helped me see what should be. If we don’t get it, we can create it. The examples of it are worth telling about.
Do whatever makes you happy, Mattie. In any case, thank you for your words.
That is breathtaking to me. Thank you. And it’s true. My family is the best.
xo.
Don’t worry Mattie because when I move back to NYC and resume my pre and post Liz debauchery you’ll have plenty to write about !!
Yeah unfortunately that’s true.
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