little nose buried in his bedraggled towel, The Woof is beyond tired tonight.  He struggled with trying to get me to settle long enough to hold him and only now can i, but he's dreamin' away in his lil nest as his bipeds annoy him with their Scrabble-y noises.  Wonder what he dreams of.

the dying art of letter writing

this weekend, while home, I found my old stash of letters from when i was 15 or so til about 20.  I had several penpals including a few cousins and their friends i made while visiting Japan.  I was so neat to read thoses again.  Tomorrow i hope to remember where my photo albums are with any pictures they sent me.  the plan is to scan the letters, cards, and pictures to here (if i can) and to try to hunt my pen pals down after all these years.  of course, that becomes a monumental task that calls for a new year in which to do it. However, i've no scanner.  yet, lo and behold, a friend offered me a loaner for a completely unrelated project.  Funny how these things work out (if i get it done).  But now, my snorky nose and congested chest, and i are going to bed where we will thank God for all my blessings.  
Oh, duh! point of the title,  I am a nag to my kids about penmanship so i am also going to find me a penpal now, old friend or new, in which to actually converse with in long-hand snail-mail.  I think there is something to be said for technology and all it offers us but to sit one's self down to write a letter and converse requires patience and is an offering of selflessness and giving, both which i feel i need much more practice in.  January will, hopefully, bring me a refreshing start to many things i did wrong or gave up on.  I'm looking forward to it.  even if i fail i would have at least tried.

As part of my, "I survived December 21st, 2012 and whatever that days shall bring" celebration,  which shall immediately be followed by my, "I also survived Christmas and made it to 2013 with most of my God-given parts, but maybe not my sanity" celebration i've decided to start a blog.     However, since starting a blog is seeming to be a difficult task for me as my computer illiteracy is showing it's colours, it's sucking up my very busy, "Oh My Gawsh! It's almost Christmas and i have way too much to get done still!" ~ness.   But i continue in earnest.....well, i will after i get my daily list hammered out.
If you desire a lil romp through the many dead-ended and cavernous vestiges of my brain come on over.  Bring a chair, a blankie, skip the mild hallucinagen as i won't be held liable for any damages.   Sit amoungst my brainial dandelions, tantrums, voyages, journeys, and ventures.  Share in my travels, emotional fits, and hopes and dreams.  I can't promise you'll be entertained or even understand what i'm saying but, that's okay.  I don't understand it myself much but i've got you some hot tea and a hug.