When I was a teenager I played organ for my local Catholic Church. The church led a religious service once a month for each of the local nursing homes. I would play piano and accompany the singers during the service. It was a chance to hone my piano skills and learn the old classic Protestant hymns often requested by the residents. The residents were not people I knew, but rather a small sea of elderly folks. Over time some became more known to me.
I’m beginning, just beginning, to understand the discipline it must take to be a writer. During the day ideas come to mind that would be good to explore in a short blog. By the time I get home, however, I somehow get into a very “non-productive” state. I google things, make dinner, fold some clothes, pick up random items to put away, read a bit, and pretty soon the evening is gone and I have written nothing. Tonight will be different, I thought. Well, I guess it is. :)
I thought I would give this a try. Adam is coming home from Ames this evening. I have some apple crisp in the oven for him. Maybe I’ll have a “good” blog also.
Keep trying. I’m making headway as I learn to edit.
My brain is a little fried. What looks so logical to my 20 year old son is very confusing to me. I don’t think I can write down enough directions and steps to get myself through the process of creating a blog.. I will try, however.
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