At 3:45 in the afternoon with the last load of laundry folded, I’m reminding my home schooled first grader that we still pay taxes and I have no compunction about loading him on the public school bus if he doesn’t buckle down and finish his math.
My ranting is disrupted by the ringing phone. Annoyed, I check the caller ID to decide if it’s worth answering. The display panel indicates the call is from a neighbor; did I ever talk to my husband about that external hard-drive she wanted to buy? Shoot. I decide to fess-up and make my apologies. Alex, my reluctant student, is thankful for the diversion and uses this reprieve to goad his younger brother.
At 3:45 in the afternoon with the last load of laundry folded, I’m reminding my home schooled first grader that we still pay taxes and I have no compunction about loading him on the public school bus if he doesn’t buckle down and finish his math.
My ranting is disrupted by the ringing phone. Annoyed, I check the caller ID to decide if it’s worth answering. The display panel indicates the call is from a neighbor; did I ever talk to my husband about that external hard-drive she wanted to buy? Shoot. I decide to fess-up and make my apologies. Alex, my reluctant student, is thankful for the diversion and uses this reprieve to goad his younger brother.
I answer with feigned animation belying the gritted teeth, squinting eyes and you-better-get-to-work hand gestures I'm silently offering Alex. It’s actually the neighbor's son on the other end of the line, asking if Alex can play. I offer an invitation and make a mental note to talk to my husband about that hard-drive tonight, dismissing the fact that mental notes are what get me into trouble in the first place. In truth, I’m grateful for the pending opportunity to have the kids otherwise engaged as I update the Blog; even at the expense of first-grade math.
The Blog. My husband suggested three years ago that I start a blog; a binary log where I can post thoughts, ideas, and stories on the web. “People from all over the world read these things!” he informed me. He knows it’s been a fantasy of mine to become a published author. A blog, he reasoned, provides a creative outlet and could, in time, get some notice. I dismissed the notion wondering who on earth has time to read a blog, much less maintain one.
A few weeks ago while enjoying my first girl’s weekend in six years, one of my traveling companions was raving about her favorite “blog.” After perusing this blog for myself I thought, “I can do that!”
One day we were checking the Blog’s statistics and my husband announced, “Hey, someone’s been visiting from the EU! You can now say that you’re an internationally known author!” We giggled at the thought. I admitted to him that it’s probably my sister who lives in Germany and I had only recently solicited her opinion. Chuck said “Get her to say something good and you’ll also be internationally acclaimed!”
Well, thanks to the power of blogging and promoting to family, and a documented word of praise from my sweet sis in Germany, I proudly bear the distinguished titles of Internationally Known and Acclaimed Author. I love the Internet!
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