A new year, a new idea

Oh, this poor neglected blog. I feel SOOO guilty! It’s even more neglected than my Facebook site and that, right now, is covered with the fine dust of abandonment. But wait! – this is a new year, the time when all the rotten undone things of the past can be swept under the nearest carpet and life can be renewed and redone. Forgiven? Forgiven!


I’ve been pondering this blog for quite some time and it just didn’t seem to feel right. It needed something special, something unique, something more than just a bit of prose or a vagarious vignette. Maybe I could be like Julie of Julie/Julia fame and do something like get the “Delicious Death by Chocolate” cookbook and work my way through it. People could watch vicariously as I gained pound by pound by pound.

Maybe it could focus on one of my hobbies: painting and creating memory boxes and other things out of vintage fluffery.

Maybe it could be devoted to writing: how to get published, how to edit, how to correctly string words together so they make sense…

The solution to coming up with a bloggy catch came to me in a very strange place, as sometimes ideas are wont to do. I was driving to the store when an idiot in a black truck leaped out in front of me like a prodded cow. Not only that, but he glared and gave me an unfriendly salute. Hey, buddy, you’re the idiot, I thought, driving like a maniac on steroids.

A bit later, in the post office line with about a dozen other government patrons, my still-ruffled feathers were smoothed by listening to the banter of the nicest bunch of postal workers you’d ever want to meet. None of them carried a machine gun – their weapons were good cheer and humor.

Being the writer that I am, in both cases my first impulse was to dash off a few words addressing these situations – dark black words to the jerk in the truck and fluffy pastel words to the post office crew. And that’s when it hit me. I would write a “Dear…” blog.

Dear Judy, I was thinking the other day about the time we were skinny dipping and…
Dear Obama, Here’s what I think of your stupid health care…
Dear family dogs, I know you mean well but passing gas when we have company…
Dear Electric Company, I was in the bathtub the other night when the lights went off and it reminded me of…
Dear Store Keeper, I was standing in line the other day and suddenly I realized there were no Lifesavers on the…

Anyway, you get the gist. For lack of a better title I think I’ll call this blog “Oh Dear.” And if, after a few months of trying to make it work and discovering it just doesn’t, I can always go back to the chocolate eating idea. :)