but for the hum of the computer, the house is silent in this sunday morning. i sit here bathed in dancing dust motes, sipping hot coffee, the puppies sprawled in sun puddles, sleeping off breakfast. Beloved has gone to brooklyn, meg and libby are sound asleep. the storm last night battered the leaves off the trees. the branches of the birches outside my window droop, looking like they're glad to be rid of the troublesome weight, and ready for a long winter's rest.
soon i'll go outside and see if there's any damage. the Hag that roared through the skies last night sounded angry enough to bring whole trees down.
i spent some time last night with my friend susan, talking about the class she's asked me to give on blogging. while i am not sure i can claim any particular understanding of the genre, i do enjoy it and have become a most enthusiastic blogger. after all, as Beloved points out, it's just about all i write any more. (that's about to change, but we needn't go into that now.)
blogging is an interesting phenomenon. i find it utterly beguiling. in the next few days i'll be thinking a lot about why.
but first i would like to ask you, gentle readers, if you don't mind... why do you blog? what satisfies you or keeps you coming back - not just to your own blog but to others? what is this thing called blogging, and why do so many of us do it?
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.