It’s Labor Day and we just got back from Chicago. We’ve been house hunting for a home closer to my ailing parents. My mom has stage IV lung cancer and my dad has congestive heart failure. They are still a couple of spitfires. We love visiting with them and helping them out (even keeping them entertained), but they are in their eighties and I am in my fifties, so after the long drive home, we are pretty wiped out.
By “us,” I mean my practically perfect husband, Rich and me. Rich is already in his early 60s, even older than I am (!), so we are just chillaxin today, thank goodness! Neverthe-less, we have been working for hours now to get this “user-friendly” blog software movin and shakin. The hardest part of anything always seems to be how to get started. In this case, which server host and what blog software, if any. We weren’t even sure exactly what we needed, and we’re still not sure we’re doing this correctly. Rich is a great project assistant. We work well together, and he’s good at things I’m not always good at, and vice versa. Even with his help, though, I have to say that in comparison, setting up a blog can make the act of writing seem pretty damn easy.
I have been an avid blog reader for a few years now. Mainly I’m just a reader, but when I get online and links start popping up, I inevitably end up reading some random post by just about anyone on just about any topic. I have a lot of interests, but above all, I find human beings and their insights worthy of pause and consideration. I like to think a lot. This was one of my strengths as a teacher (at least it felt that way), because whenever I called on a student who said something unexpected or surprising, it would often bowl me over. I would stand there stunned, saying, “that’s an interesting point, student whoever…,” and I would walk around thinking about what they said for days. Sometimes the entire semester. That is one of the few things I think I will miss about teaching.
I also have trouble posting status updates on Facebook, because every sentence begs a back story. To abbreviate them, I end up typing things such as, “This was one weird week.” The ambiguity of the word “weird” has left my audience wondering, and maybe even worrying what might have taken place. I wouldn’t let my own students get by with that sort of generalization. I knew it was probably time for me to start a blog when so many of my updates wanted to be essays.
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