So, this blogging daily has given me new respect for those with the discipline to bliog daily. Not only because it means committing a certain block of time each day to writing (I used to do that even in my least disciplined times). But because it means concocting something fit for public consumption. Back in the days of the typewriter, I could write all night and clutter my floor with a tumbleweed prairie of throwaways. Yet a night's work might yield nothing worth reading, let alone publishing. But before I press "save" on a blog entry, I have to be able to convince myself that I've said something, however brief, that is worth reading. I imagine that many times I succeed only in self-deception, and not in producing quality writing. Yet, I've made this commitment to getting my blog off life support and expanding my readership.
There are also days on which i might have alot on my mind, yet all of it personal and private. I'm not really sure what has become of "personal and private" in the age of the Internet, blogging, Twitter, Flickr, etc. But my daily economic struggles and my many blunders as I attempt to assure nursing home care for my mom are not really that entertaining. Like today, I organized the last 5 years of bank statements, only to discover I only have about half of them and in no sequential order (I'm surprised I had that many, given that we've changed residence at least once in that period). So now I have to order (and pay for) back copies of the missing statements. Exciting, right? Perhaps, if you add the possibility that a government clerk may disqualify mom from Medicaid based on the way her resources were "spent down." Yummy, right?
So, with that, I leave you. The next everal months promise to be chock full of economic struggles and bureaucratic yumminess. I'm not sure how much I'll be able to stand, let alone translate into bloggishness. Suffice to say, there will be lots of grumbling and cursing. Much of which I will keep to myself.