It's been quite a while since the family all got together. That's immediate family: my children and their mates and their children and a couple of mates and a significant other, 17 people in all, counting me. I got a cold in Newfoundland so I've been hacking and coughing all week and sat up for several hours last night with hot water, lemon and honey, thinking, and, of course, writing. The big blow-out this weekend is going to be a backyard BBQ at my older son's home - on Saturday, June 7. Exactly 62 years ago, on Saturday, June 7 in 1952, Bill Wylie and I were married. So in the wee small hours of the night I wrote about that. Does that constitute a blog or a bleat?

I'm not sure. I haven't read it yet. If I said anything worth passing on, I'll let you know. Anon, anon.

I've asked this question before but I have a different answer. I have been busy since I came home preparing reports, writing in my journal, making lists of people to write, and writing them, writing more lists - of groceries, of clothes for Matt to wear, and me, too, - because we're having a Family Reunion this weekend, and my son is moving in with me to be close to the festivities so he has to pack something. None of these things is blog-like, though the typing and organizing is related and some of the information is blog-like. Not blog, though.

Soon, maybe, I will arrive at a definition of blog and then, maybe, it will be easier to write because I'll know what I'm doing.

Will I ever? Know? What I'm doing?

This past weekend was very stimulating but also very humbling. I meet so many accomplished people and such good writers, it makes me wonder what I'm doing with them. How did they let me in? What am I doing here, anyway? I'm a spear-carrier, is all.

This is definitely not blog material.