Break, More to Follow

Since we've moved to Seattle, people ask me what I love most about living here.  It's hard to choose just one defining thing.  When people think of Seattle, many things come to mind: granola, the Space Needle, grunge, Nirvana, Starbucks, a miserably bad baseball team, a bunch of tree-hugging barefoot hippies who want to save whales...

But it's not really like that, mostly.  Though Duane and I were shocked when we first moved here (as our fried-catfish-fed bodies heaved up the San Francisco-like hills and skinny no-body-fat runners clad in REI spandex jogged passed us while sipping lattes) to learn Seattle is actually a choose-your-own-adventure novel, if you can drown out chants from the Occupy movement, the high profile murders, people wanting to criminalize the use of disposable shopping bags and those wanting to decriminalize marijuana use.



Break.  More to follow.

I began this blog post months ago.  It was the last blog post I wrote after getting terribly frustrated with my computer because I couldn't post photos.  I've since found a workaround and am willing to tentatively see if I can blog again without losing my mind and wanting to go Office Space on my 2006 Dell dinosaur of the 2011 computer nightmare I have at work--as if I need more computer frustration in my life.  If it's one year for every seven in dog years, it's like one for every 100 in computer years.  My computer should be parting the Red Sea by now, but it's not.  It's just collecting dust and reminding me how badly I need a new computer.

I wanted to begin blogging again months ago and I was all set to, until I realized it was counterproductive.  With so little time to spare, blogging got the boot, thanks to my Dell, but maybe partly thanks to Pinterest as well.  Since I have found a workaround and I might be able to merge my Pinterest addiction with blogging, I figured now would be a good time to pick up where I left off.

The other problem I had with picking up blogging again is that I didn't know where to start; it's a little like working out in that you want to try and make up for lost time in just one workout session.  I know I can't do that.  So I will just fill you in on why I haven't blogged and let the rest come naturally.  I figure I'll get better with time.

I've been intrigued and somewhat pressured, albeit by myself, to blog again because the farm to which we subscribe, Whistling Train Farms, and other friends of mine have such great blogs that I love reading.  I'm always a bit insecure (and I don't know why) that when I write something it is just a bunch of words floating out there and that my suggesting people read my blog is a bit like those ladies at Sam's Club on a Saturday, "no I really don't want the toaster-oven-baked-chicken-cordon-blue, but I would love to take one from you because if I don't, it might hurt your feelings."  Maybe that is totally me being sensitive, but find me a writer that doesn't have thin skin.  We all profess to take criticism well, but deep down inside, we are all just hoping you are hanging by a thread, waiting to read the next thing we type.

If you are, pray it isn't months until I write again.  Each day I think of so many things I could just hammer out if it was just a bit more user friendly.  Every day is an adventure for us; let's see if it ends up in a blog.  By the way, July 1st is the day Seattle bans plastic shopping bags for good and legalizing marijuana is on the ballot for the November election.  Just thought you might like to know.

Break, More to Follow.