I will be learning as I go how to keep a journal of life as I see it at present. As with any new endeavor, there is a certain amount of tension that comes with inexperience and age. Thus the title. Here I sit at the kitchen table with a lifetime of experiences and a need to put them down (whether for myself or my family, I know not). Already I am obsessing over grammar and punctuation. So just accept that I am partially educated and age has taken part of that away and we'll get along just fine. Also, feel free to correct me at any time -
Lets start with today, a sunny Saturday in the kitchen with the husband at the computer in the other room, reading about how McDonalds is refusing to serve people with baggy pants any more. A nice change from the last week when we learned about his liver cancer.
To say I am overwhelmed is an understatement. There are lists to be made, records to be kept, feelings that I don't want to forget and perhaps one day a comprehensive understanding of the processes of the puzzle that is my life.
First things first tho, chicken soup and apple dumplin's need to be made...
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