Some Explanations

For that one, or two of you who actually read my blog, I need to talk about things that can fill you're time (when you're really bored).  I started this thing after my dad passed away in 2009, as a way of letting off some steam as I took on the job of caring for a mother who's cheese was slipping off her cracker, so to speak.  I took it on because I was close.  My parent's house was less than two miles from mine.  The idea of having her live with us, or our living with her was not in question.  She didn't want to move, and she didn't want anyone moving in, end of story.

I've talked about the experiences, on occasion, but there's a whole lot more that I didn't post, probably more than I ever published.  Some of it is hypercritical, some of it is a bit whiney, and some of it is just inane ramblings that have little use, other than I wrote them down, so I don't have to carry it around with me.  If I want to go back over that time (trust me, that is not happening), it's all there, and I can look at it whenever I want.

I'd like to think that the stuff that "made the cut" was better writing, the reason I published them.  I wrote a lot, at first, and published most of them, but then things got to the point that all I was doing with my blog was putting down a lot of bullshit, and never publishing any of it (thank goodness). 

When Mom passed, I got writer's block, and couldn't get anything going.  I work on crosswords every day, and I'm looking up words, as I'm reading, that I didn't know "for sure" what they meant.  I'm finding that I was mostly correct in my assumptions regarding meanings, but I'm learning a lot of alternate usages, word origins, and entomology, things I used to enjoy as a boy.  Mom was my link to literacy.  Not that my dad wasn't, but he read, mostly, pulp fiction novels, and Louis Lamoure westerns.  That wasn't my cup 'o tea.

I'm struggling right now, in fact, almost three years after she passed.  I don't know what's happening, but I just can't seem to shake it.  Please, bear with me as I work this out.  Read some of my earlier posts, but let me know you've been here.  Maybe that's what I really need, someone to tell my stories to.  What do you say?