Dear Father,
Thank you for this day. The cat is on my lap. My eyes are tired for some reason. M. went to pick blueberries. I'm hoping I can go with her to the art exhibition. T. texted yesterday, and said he wanted to see Godzilla with his grandmother. I am perfectly fine with that.
This blog is about.. Let’s see.. 6 years old? Not that I expected a following or fame or anything. I’m not sure that will ever happen. It’s pretty slice of life for the most part. Still, there are a lot of things I could talk about. The state of congress, the border problems, inflation, Christian perspective, doctrine, and much, much more. So why don't I? Without some kind of feedback, I find it difficult to see or seek a direction in all of this. It’s like putting messages in bottles every day and tossing them into the ocean that is the internet.
If I were paranoid I could say,”The internet is blocking me. People are watching my posts,” but it doesn’t matter. If for some reason I were ostracized from my audience, it wouldn’t stop me from posting. If people were watching my posts for something, they would be disappointed. I am getting a few people visiting the site, which is good. I just wonder where it’s going? Well, more later.
Trem