Bloggers, thank you.
I share my mornings with you as I drink my first cup of coffee. I think of you as friends…granted friends I may never meet, but friends. I read about the days of your life and feel a part of where you live because you make it real to me. I think Facebook, YouTube, LinkedIn and all the other social media could go away and I would not miss it, but I would miss your stories.
My life seems dull. I could you write my daily life but it would be sort of like Fat Granny. Nothing moving. I understand we are given the freedom to create our days. I do not know anything other than walking, working in yard, reading and writing to talk about.
Yesterday…up at 4:45 a.m. Walked a mile. Made coffee. Ate a homemade bran muffin. Read WordPress blogs. Yard work until 8 a.m.
Mass at 5:30. Homily on “Air”.
Met the new curator of The Museum of Art. Nice lad from Vermont. Arrived here on Friday.
Called my sister at 7 p.m…….a ritual performed every day to hear what she did during her day.
Called my sister-in-law…
No Dreams recalled.
Have finished the blogs. I wonder what their day will be like.
Ditto for every day except the Mass.
Should I write this every day?
I was very active when younger. Is this part of preparing for death…the slowing down. The thinking about the past and how life was lived.
A professor advised us, when thinking about a dissertation topic: look for the sheep without a shepherd. I found a group of Native Americans without a shepherd…those who were preparing for a terminal degree. They are so few that this group does not reflect in the literature….04 percent.
My photo…not so good…represents sheep with a shepherd. That is what I like to think I became for that small group of Native Americans in search of a terminal degree.
Well, that was a huge deviation.