Well, I thought that it'd be neat to know my parents better, but I don't really have any of their writings from when they were younger... what were they thinking, what did they struggle with, what price was gas?
So I figure that the thousands of blogs out there will be like lots of little computerized diaries, and not as girlish. So my children will have the opportunity to take a look and see what their dad struggled with and made public to possibly thousands of people. If I ever run for president, I bet lots of reporters will read this stuff to try to get to know their future leader...
So, kids, right now we're in the last stages of the roof renovation on 63 Schneider ave, it's been since Aug 20th that I've been putting in long days on the roof, and your mom has been putting in long days doing everything else by herself (though you are a good helper, Katrina. Zvonko, you were just moving around in her belly, so no points for you). Right now the drywall isn't all put up yet in the dormer, but soon it will be and I'll begin the terrible process of mudding, then sanding, mud, sand, mud, sand, mud, sand, paint, mud, sand, paint....
Your mom is here, looking over my shoulder...and we've got the second batch of apple-stuff canning away (it's apple chutney, I'm hoping it turns out well). And I've got a meeting tomorrow for LEED, so I should get to bed.
And now, a terrible haiku:
hot, steamy, choppy
canning is a great big chore
but sure beats the store
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