Dubious Blue Beginnings

So I had to enter into blogville madness in order to read my friend's blog, keep track of her from afar, and there was this big blue button impossible to ignore instructing me to create my own blog. And so I blindly obeyed. And so here I am. Once I told my husband to take away my computer and smash it if I ever start blogging. Yet here I am. He's down there on the floor playing with the baby, and I don't think I'll tell him. Yet.

Wondering where it will go from here, if anywhere. Wondering if I will ever revisit this page, if I will even remember how I got here. I have had a few things brewing in my brain for awhile now, so perhaps this will get them out of my brain. Or perhaps not. It's not as satisfying as getting it down on paper, but I haven't been doing that lately, so perhaps, ultimately, it will find its way to being more satisfying. Time will tell.

Of course, in the rules of blogville, I suppose there's not much point in writing if I don't tell anyone about it, but I'm not quite there yet. I'll let you know if I get there.

The girl is upstairs running her grandmother ragged and the rain outside has paused for a moment. The sky is almost light. But yesterday's summer is a distant memory, more a dream than anything else. Laying in bed this morning, listening to the rain and watching the dawn ooze its way over the house, I heard the unmistakable whir of a humming bird. There it was at the feeder, and I thought to myself, if that camouflaged little gemstone can get up and go, persisting its way through these semi-biblical rains, than surely I can do the same.

And so I did, and here I am. Perhaps I'll see you tomorrow.