Where 2 Begin
As I have pondered how to begin a blog, and looking for something original to write, my mind is drawn back to my earlier years in high school. The saying went something like this (keep in mind it has been decades since I learned this little tidbit).
In promulgating your esoteric cogitations and articulating your superficial, amicable and philosophical observations, beware of platitudinous ponderosity. Let your extemporaneous elucidations and unpremeditated explications have intelligibility with veracious verbosity but without rodomontade or bombast.
Now I have exhausted my vocabulary, I will try to be more clear. The intended goal of this blog is to document, and in the process remind me, what a wonderful life I enjoy. In the process I hope to share with family and friends some of the more noteworthy events of what some may feel is a mundane life, but even in the mundane one can always find the extraordinary.
Recently our furnace was on the fritz. This was fine by my wife, who has over the years been increasingly fond of a cool house. (How cool you ask -- let it suffice that when our children were still home they would put on coats and sometimes gloves before they would enter our room in search of their mom. Recently it has been much colder.) Of late, showers have been shorter and reading at night has been from beneath the protective layers of blankets. Just when I thought it was going to take some serious green to get the heat back on, I pulled of the cover of our thermostat and found all I needed to do was replace four small AA batteries.
Tonight I am thankful for heat, walls and a roof over my head as I hear the wind howl and rain beat on the roof. I think of my ancestors who came across the plains, some in handcarts. I can't even begin to imagine the incredible challenges they faced daily, not to mention the lack of a warm and protected place of shelter as the rains, snow and wind came. Sleeping on the freezing ground. I complain about a shower in the cooler house -- when I think of my pioneer ancestors, somehow my troubles become so much less.
To my wonderfully talented daughters and wife who express themselves in words so much more clearly, succinctly and with true wit, I will attempt to learn from and follow your example.
10 years ago
Mainman,
ReplyDeleteIt is so good to read your words. I can't tell you how much I look up to you. I love to read the small details of your day including AA batteries.
DH
I am so excited to see that you have a blog, Dad. And that second paragraph -- awesome. Jane was excited to see your photo this morning when we logged onto your blog.
ReplyDeleteP.S. I really like the "2" carry-over theme into the first post.
ReplyDeleteI really don't know why you bad mouth your writing skills. You're so thoughtful! And every word makes sense where it is. I'm so excited to read your thoughts, because that's many times what we wish we could do for the ones we love.
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