Drawing of a random man
(I did this drawing from a tiny
photograph in a magazine
while I was talking
to my brother in Ottawa
this morning. I was
trying to teach myself to be
more observant. It's got a kind
of caricature quality, but I don't
mind that.)
black marker on bond paper
8 1/2 x 11 inches
Barbara Muir © 2009
daily blogging bugs her. In fact it makes her downright
cranky. Blogging and the meaninglessness of the task
has become one of her pet peeves in our almost daily
conversations. Hmmm? Her big concern? Aren't
I wasting time with this daily blogging? And why does
it have to happen every day? I can't explain it to her.
The truth may be that it's an addiction -- an obsessive
compulsive urge to contribute to my own small column on a
constant basis. Adding Facebook and Twitter into the
mix has really upped the ante to an overwhelming point,
and I am not too good at keeping up with those
activities. So if you want to talk to me, this is probably
the best place, or the email address above.
But is she right? Should I stop? I ponder that question
for about a nanosecond (no point "wasting my time"
over it) and decide "NO!" Here's a good reason to continue --
I like blogging every day. I enjoy it! How about that?
Yes -- I am having fun blogging every day, and trying
to do art every day, and seeing what my friends are
producing, and making friends and learning every day.
In the meantime, could someone get my mother a
Mac and help her start a blog? I think she'd really
love the experience. She might be a skeptic like I
was (I wonder where I get that from?), but she'd
probably change her mind like so many Luddites
before her. In any case it would keep her busier
than she already is taking care of an acre of land,
and trying to grow beans and tomatoes despite the
best efforts of marauding deer.
Have a loving-your-mother day.
