Day One

Today I start my blog. I’m not really sure what I’m going to say in this thing, but I’ve got to come up with something. I’ve always wanted to be a better journal writer, and maybe this is a good opportunity, especially since I don’t have to write a whole page at a time. A paragraph will do.

Here is an interesting story from yesterday. My hair-dryer blew up. Well, it didn’t blow up, it sort of caught on fire. Not a full fledged fire, but there were some flames inside, and then they died down. I decided it was time to get a new hair-dryer. So, we did. I haven’t used it yet. I’ll keep you posted.

Today I had to work as an aide instead of my usual job as the exercise specialist. I used to be an aide. When I was an aide, I was very excited to be bumped up to exercise specialist. Now that I’ve been doing this for not quite 2 years, being an aide was actually quite fun. I didn’t have to use my brain as much, and I got to talk to people more. It was good. I have to go back this afternoon as my regular self. I’m just taking a break for a few hours.

I’ll be honest, my motive for writing a blog is to get my husband to pay more attention to me. He seems to read blogs all the time, so I decided to make one as well. And we used to email each other all the time, particularly when we were dating and living in different cities. It was a good way to communicate. Now we see each other every day, so we don’t need to email. But I think there is something to be said for the written word, you can express thoughts and ideas differently than when speaking. So, this is now a substitute for that. I listen to NPR from time to time, and I heard a story a while back, just a short clip really, about blogging. The woman writing the story said that she blogs everyday, and so does her husband, and pretty much everyone she knows. She made the point that nobody talks anymore, they expect you to read their blog. And she made the point that instead of talking to her husband at the end of the day, she would just read his blog. That was their way of communicating. Kind of sad. I am not hoping for this to be me. But it is interesting that it can happen to people in this day and age.