A new blog

This morning, for no apparent reason, I thought about creating another blog. I love writing and posting pictures on my current blog, especially because 95% of the entries are devoted to the six sweet little children in our lives. Since starting ivegotablogtoo.blogspot.com just over six years ago, I've printed blog books at the end of each calendar year. The most important reason for printing is to have easy access to the pictures and stories. I guess it's equally important to do it in case of an epic tech failure aimed specifically at my blog. Those things happen to me. No, I'm not paranoid. They just happen. Teresa has taught me to blame Elrod, the Cybergod.

So here I am, wondering if I'll write anything more than this first entry. Maybe not. My purpose is to post pieces of my writing that I've done over the years, occasionally as a part of teaching writing to fifth graders and often as a member of the writing workshop that was integral to the Language Arts Methods course I taught at Gustavus for 11 years. I think it was 11, which would make 22 semesters. Oh gees, I should have been more prolific as a writer than I was, considering how often I had the opportunity to write. I'll amend this to say that I was quite a prolific reviser, regularly using pieces from previous semesters to demonstrate revision to a later class of students. That helps with the guilt. 

Dang, I just discovered that I can't copy and paste from Word docs onto the blog. Or at least, not in the usual way. Time to do some research and find out what the trick is on Blogger.  

Back again... I wrote this before Vivian was born. She was "Lermie" to her parents, and therefore to us, until her birth, when she became VIVIAN.

Ten Days
 Anticipating Lermie

My friend sent a photo
of her grandson who is ten days old.
He was dressed in a little hoodie
with monkey faces on it, tiny brown pants
and a pair of baby-sized shoes.
Sitting there, eyes closed, one elbow bent,
a hand resting against his head. Cute and safe
and asleep.

Seeing baby Sam, age
ten days, gave me a jolt. I will see
our next grandchild,
our not-yet-born granddaughter on the day she is born! But
I won’t see her at ten days because we’ll
have come and gone. The sadness is
nearly unbearable.

9/10/10
Before Vivian’s birth