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December 26, 2010

Life, or the continual humdrum of our daily routine sparkled with glorious and propitious events that ease the pains of our frustratingly familiar sacrifices our family has willfully sustained these last few years has prompted me– once again– to turn on my laptop and start plugging away at the keyboard in a vain attempt to document bits and pieces of our family’s times together and apart: the good, the not-so-good, the funny, the sad; our drama as it unfolds before our eyes or under the guise of child development and tired memories.

A writer at heart, I return to the promising blank screen optimistic, a little weary, and uncertain as to the immediate direction I wish to take with these writings. In the past, with mixed success, I’ve tried to keep pace with weekly writings, thoughts, and reminiscing. I’ve tried to ward off pressing and important issues by writing early in the morning, late at night, or once the kids fall asleep during nap time. Those times, well used and retired, are no longer available. I need my sleep– I cannot wake any earlier than I already do. Bedtime is now my running time– Adrianne and I are committing to training for a 1/2 marathon this spring, part of our 2011 New Year’s resolutions! And nap time has not existed in our household for an eternity. Thankfully our 23,000 digital photographs and three scrapbooks my wife and I took and made (or in the process of finishing) will fill in the missing months I reluctantly skipped as I tried to entertain, educate, and encourage Taylor and Simon throughout the spring, summer, and fall of 2010 by going to the beach, hiking, walking, visiting, and going to various playgrounds, events, and activities.

Again, I ask myself, what direction do I want to take with of these writings? Eventually, I want to edit the lot of them, add photo’s to complement the text, and have them published for our kids– a self-published family heritage booklet. Until I come up with a better idea, for now, I’m continuing with the Blog I began so very long ago as a whim to ease the hours of solitude and separation.

Hell, maybe someone else might even enjoy reading this, too.