I'm the type of person who takes ridiculous amount of photographs and puts them in photo albums labeled by year. Even in the age of digital, I can't bring myself to stop doing this. Most of the time I get behind in ordering the photos and about a hundred photos finally get ordered from shutterfly. They sit in the orange package on the shelf until I make time to put each one in the albums. The albums have their own space, no longer in order because the boybuckets likes to look through them often. I will walk upstairs unable to find him and spy him lying on the floor, the pages open to whatever year strikes his fancy. Sometimes I will sit down with him and flip through the pages and answer his questions. Other times he will surprise me with what he remembers.
"Mama, I fed that donkey some lettuce and his name was Diego."
He was 2 when we had that donkey in the backyard of our rental in Tomales Bay.
"Mama I kissed that Manatee! His name was Buffet. They rescued him!"
He was 2 and half on that trip to Anna Maria Island.
The kid just surprises me all the time.
This blog has been like those photo albums for the past several months. It started to pile up on me. I wasn't sure what I would do with it anymore. I got behind and the thoughts just swirled into this overwhelming cloud. Why am I still doing it? Is it still serving the same purpose for me? Is it changing? Where will it go?
And then some really swell folks came through and browsed through the pages and the emails made me feel nostalgic. There are technical problems. (Hey google....I will never keep up with you. And what's with all my pinned photos in my posts disappearing?) There is much time lost. There are folks out there in bloggyland to catch up with. Some folks that have been so special to me in ways they may never know.
Until I figure it all out (but really...I'm not going to figure out where the photos in my posts went. Some kind soul please do that for me?) I guess I will re-shelve it. I just wanted to peek through a bit in this place that did so much for me at one point. There is a story to tell. One day I will get back to it.
Hope you are well.
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