senior center

I took the boys to a park in downtown Issaquah the other day, situated right next to the Senior Center. Brighton was curious what went on at a Senior center and so I did my best to explain what purpose they served and what kind of people could be found there. Well, the next day, we were in a public restroom and  I was helping Seth tinkle. Brighton was right outside the stall waiting for us and noticed someone emerge from the neighboring stall and head toward the sink. I didn't see her but I sure did hear Brighton proclaim in a not so reverent voice, "Mom, I think that lady lives at a Senior Center!" Luckily I was still partially hidden and was able to avoid the awkwardness. I know she heard him. She had to have been deaf not to. Which I guess is a possibility if Brighton's estimations are accurate...

thoughts on writing

I've never enjoyed writing. Well, I guess there was that one time in 1st or 2nd grade when I carried around a manila envelope full of short stories I had written, begging anyone and everyone to let me read them to them. But since then, I have had a distaste for constructing sentences and fitting them into paragraphs. In fact, in college, once I had gotten myself through the core English and History classes, I had a system. Since I was a math/stat major I didn't have to worry much as far as those classes went, but there were still a lot of religion and elective requirements I had to fulfill. So, back to my system. After registering for an elective class that looked interesting, I would attend on the first day, collect the syllabus, and scan it for any potential papers or writing assignments. If there were some (or even any) I would then drop the class and attend a different one. I added and dropped LOTS of classes during the add/drop time period, searching course outlines for the right no-papers fit. I wasn't kidding when I told one of my English professors one day that I'd rather take a 4 hour math exam than write a one page paper.

So why did I feel the need to compose the above paragraph? Because just like I feel guilty for never having kept a journal, and just like I feel guilty for not documenting my childrens' lives, I feel guilty about my pathetic efforts to keep this blog alive. And maybe if I give a reason or an explanation or an excuse, I'll feel less guilty? Probably not but it was worth a try.