Here it is—my first post.
Honestly, I have no idea what to write. Who starts a blog by writing that they don’t know what to write, then proceeds to write about not knowing what to write?
I’m sure I’m not the first. Still, I would be pretty impressed with myself if I were. Maybe this will be revolutionary and I’ll become famous.
Yeah. Whatever.
I don’t know how long this blogging thing will last or whether anything I write will have value. Maybe it will matter only to me—and what’s wrong with that? Or perhaps someday, after I’ve departed this Earth, my family will read these stories and they’ll become valuable in a completely different way.
What I do know is that I have a lot of thoughts running through my mind. I’ll see something and think, That’s interesting. I should write that down.
Then, of course, I forget.
I have the memory of a llama. Apparently, llamas aren’t particularly bright. I also happen to hate llamas.
Once, while visiting the zoo, a llama hocked up a good one—and I mean a really good one—and spit all over me. From the waist up, I was covered in a smelly, disgusting, pasty substance.
Everyone around me started laughing.
It was not a good experience.
It wasn’t especially good for my son either. His beloved “blankee”—the one he carried while sucking his thumb—was the closest thing I could grab to wipe that llama’s throat snot off me.
Did I mention that I hate llamas?
And so it begins.
