First day of a new year. Slept in a bit after our 2 a.m. doubleheader last night: hosting Perrins and Henshaws (our Guatemala and Australia travel buddies, respectively) for an early soup-and-bread game night (leek and barley soups, plus traditional Southern black-eyed peas, and home-made dill and oatmeal breads), then off to the Rathbuns for a gathering of our 35-year friends from our first pastorate. We rang in the new year with party favors, bubbly (non-alcoholic, for me), and Times Square coverage. I really value these relationships, both for their depth and longevity. I don't know that I'm all that good a friend myself, but it's great having what I would call true "social security" through those who unfailingly love and accept you.
One of the games we played in the course of the evening was asking about new year's resolutions, and mine was "write a daily blog." So far so good. : ) Maybe I'll make a new habit, thanks to Jay's initiative. I had supposed that Sharon put him up to the suggestion of a daily blog, knowing that I need a little boost off dead center, but was inrigued/pleased to find that he apparently came up with the idea and took action on his own. Guess he knows Ole Dad better than I thought. Very much looking forward to the daily discipline and to what it offers in shared meaning-making.
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Ahh. So that's where my "not a good friend" guilt comes from. Now that I know it's origins I will actively fight it, since you're the definition of good friend as far as I can tell. If your guilt is unfounded, then mine must also be baseless. So I'm dropping it.
Done. That feels better. :)
I'm pretty sure my gift of the daily blog burden came from (1) you saying you wanted to write more at Thanksgiving, (2) me listening to NPR on my iPod (New York Times writer and others talking about writing daily being critical to the writing process), (3) me being a techno geek with several abandoned or nearly abandoned blogs strewn about the Internet, (4) me pondering your journal from the Australia trip wondering if anyone would ever read that. Who and when?
To me, it makes sense to do work and throw it out there for the world to see or use or ignore as they see fit. An "open source" lifestyle from a guilt-ridden "open source" programmer.
Merry Christmas. :)
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