Happy Blogiversary to Me

"I've been blogging for a year!"
I proclaim ecstatically.
I'm trying to persevere —
Though somewhat erratically.

I was lying in bed last night, thinking when I should have been sleeping, as I do much too often for good sense or good health, when it occurred to me that I've been online for a year. Actually, to the day today! Cool.

I say "online" sheepishly. I still don't know what the hell I'm doing half the time. And I now have 3 semireal websites...always in progress.

But blogging is fun and fairly easy. So why don't I do it more? Why am I a slacker-blogger? I'm lazy.

But I'll do better this year! I promise. And I'm sure my Magnificent 7 followers will be thrilled.

I started this blog last year when I was about to turn 60. Obviously, I'm about to turn that corner, which was a biggee for me. I've still got the prime of my life to live through — no downhill slopes, for me, please.

Except for the inevitable losses. Stuff. Friends. Pets. Abilities. Sleep.

Stella Van, my mother-in-law used to say, "Life's a day-to-day thing with me." And she was calm and right and okay with the time she had left...no matter how long that was.

We have her ashes on our living room side table, and they're a comfort and a caution, just like she was.

Jim's sister brought them to us to keep for a while, because she's had them since Van died in 2005. It's nice to share! Thanks, Gig. (She's a great response poet; look at the comments.)

I have my mother's ashes, too, and those of one of our dogs. My fave, Ansel.

I have more to say about ashes and all that loss shit and whatnot, but later.

Today I celebrate my 1-year blogiversary!!