I'm a Noob, I think ?!

I'm not sure what that means, but it seems to be a favorite term of my 15-year-old. I think it means I'm a rookie, which I am when it comes to blogging. This is my first attempt, so please bear with me. It has only taken me three hours to set up the page, and this is my second try at my first post. The other one vanished right in front of me - I have no clue where it went!

My plan, he said optimistically, will be to write about things that don't normally come up as part of our daily routine. I want my family, friends and any other interested parties to know more about how I feel about stuff. I think that maybe I spend most of my time acting and talking like a dad and a grandpa without letting them know me, the person. I want them to know what I'm thinking (About now I can see Roz shaking her head in horror and disbelief as she considers the possibilities of where this fiasco will lead!). I am not sure how important that is, but many times I think about my parents and grandparents and wonder what they were really like.

I know things about my parents, but mostly the things that they wanted me to know. Some of the more every-day feelings only slipped out when their guards were down. I often wonder what they thought about while their minds were out skipping through the pa-pa patch. Being the youngest child of the youngest child, my grandparents were way old by the time I arrived on the scene. I don't know anything about them beyond what one might read in an obituary. So, at the tender age of 54, I am making my first serious attempt at a journal, of sorts. (Yeah, I know that I should have been doing it all along, but it joins my lengthy list of "Should Have But Didn't"!)



I must sleep now. Stay tuned...