blog is a many splendored thing

It's been a really, really, long day. It started at five this morning, and its almost nine at night here on the east coast.  But, the day goes on.  I was planning to stop by and let you know that I'm too pooped to pop and too beat to blog. But, as soon as I started writing I found some energy that I didn't know I had.  It's amazing how great you  feel when you're doing something you really love. It's getting close to the weekend, and I'm getting excited about the fact that Amy, my organizer, will be here on Saturday to help me get started. It is not everyday that one starts ridding herself of the accumulation of a lifetime. I have been dragging some of these things around with me since I was a kid. I still have the broken jewelry at my parents gave me when I graduated from 8th grade! It's not that its worth anything monetarily but I look at it and I remember that once upon a time, a very long time ago, they loved me.   I have been a saver, a stuffer...

Giraffes are beautiful! Today is the first day of the rest of my blog...   OK, OK, OK!  It’s a little corny but it suits my personality; and it lets you know right away that this isn’t your typical blog.  I know it’s not your typical blog because I don’t know what a typical blog is supposed to look like.  I know it’s not your typical blog because I don’t have much experience with all things blog. It’s not like I grew up thinking I want to be a blogger when I grow up; let’s face it when I was growing up who knew ( except, of course, the sci-fi writers ) that just about everybody would have access to a computer or a smartphone.  Who ever imagined that we would all be magically linked to some worldwide communications web?  When I was a kid, having a web in your house meant that you had spiders or that you didn’t dust often enough.  Just saying! I really don’t know what a blogger is supposed to be, or do, or say; blogging is a brand new adve...