Eighteen Years of Blogging

I started blogging on June 13, 2005. At the time, we were living in Glebe Harbor, although that did not last long. It was too isolated, far from stores and with slow internet. I found it depressing and Frank found it too buggy! So after three or four months, we moved back to the chalet in Bryce Resort and started looking for a larger house there. We rented out the house in Glebe Harbor, eventually selling it to a tenant who wanted to own it. 

We did find a larger house in Bryce, which was delightful except that the location is not ideal when you get older and have to drive an hour to see a doctor more and more frequently. Moving to the lake house solved that problem, although there were new problems with that house.

I did not intend for this to be a long post, yet here I am, covering years, albeit in a few paragraphs. I’ll jump ahead again, and say that we are now divorced, but still friends and helping each other because older people need to be able to rely on somebody.

Getting older is something that happened although I have trouble accepting it. Instead, I looked at each sign of aging as a problem to be solved, like finding the right shoes or eating the right food. So I guess what I’m saying is that I have grown old while blogging! And I know that some of my long-time blogging friends have done the same, or have at least survived the young adult stage and moved into mid-life. Those midlife years can be great, and if you’re lucky they last a long time. I still think of myself as 50-something, which is ridiculous because my daughters are that age now.

I don’t think a lot of young people are getting into blogging. Other social media platforms appeal to them more, and that’s okay. I like the quietness of blogging, and the sharing of thoughts and pictures.

With that thought, I need to close because us old folks are supposed to be in bed by midnight.