Living with another person after so many years of living alone, is proving to be a challenge. I have twice the work (cooking, laundry, cleaning, tidying,etc.) and half the time but, let’s face it, after the initial shock, it’s really good to be with another loved member of my family. After all these years, i am learning more about my son who is challenged but mature, patient and strong. The time spent with Matthew is not the time spent with you/blogging or with other paper challenges. It’s more real, difficult and rewarding to be with him, and I am learning a lot. It’s very humbling.

Back to the seed beds, soon…..

..well, not that soon. The day is almost over, again.

I picked up a folder and found a demographic of bloggers. Well! Did you know that 53.3% of bloggers are between the ages of 21 and 35 years of age? According to the paper I read, the so-called “blogging revolution” began about 27 years ago now, long enough for it to have an established place in people’s —and writers’_- lives. I thought my blog was well established (2004). I took it on a round-the world cruise—well, round the southern hemisphere, but long enough to build a habit (101 days). Then, I fell and ripped my leg open and it took a while to heal. Then Matt broke his ankle and I broke my wrist (last year) and I self-published a book (horrendous!), and now this year (2020), we are in the midst of a world-wide pandemic and who knows who will survive? Bloggers who are 51 years old and older, like me (89), account for 7.1% of them, and it’s about equal male/female distribution. I don’t think that makes it gender neutral.

I wish I could tell who, if anyone, reads my blog. I had two regular readers and one of them died, as a few (how many?) of you others (?) know. I have a couple of irregular lurkers, two or three more drop-ins and that’s it. At that, i’s a great tribute, and i’m grateful. It’s very presumptuous to expect anyone to take the time to read what one has written. They have their own thoughts.