Sunday, July 16, 2006
We were up at the cabin for several days. I'm amazed at how far behind a person can get in daily blogging activities. I subscribe to most of my daily/weekly reads via Netvibes and I have over 110 posts I want to read. I have at least 5-6 posts I want to write, too. I have to ask myself, how, over the course of a year, did blogging become so much a part of my life? And how I have become so attached to people I've never met? A couple of blogging friends haven't been feeling well and I honestly feel concerned about their well being. Total strangers less than a year ago, people I've formed an attachment to now.
Our cabin is in a relatively remote area, ie: dial-up connection. I suppose most would appreciate getting away from the computer when they're at a hideaway but not me. I need hi-speed connection. I miss visiting my blogging friends blogs. I hate not being able to post till I get home. And then when I get home, I get overwhelmed with all that I have to say that I don't even know where to start. So normally I don't say anything and just post photos to various challenges. But I'm trying to 'spill open' a little more. I enjoy reading about my blogging friends activities so I'd like to share more, too. Plus I can be quite self-deprecating and think "who cares what I have to say?". I'm fairly confident in my photography skills. Not so much in my writing skills. And as I'm rambling on at this very moment, I'm certain none of my blogging friends are even reading this far. And what does this paragraph have to do with dial-up connection now? Shouldn't I have started another paragraph somewhere in there?
Photo of a day lily in our neighbors yard at our hideaway.