Nothing too boring, and definitely nothing too private (not that I have much of that in my journals, because it's not my style, and because I think I secretly always believed that someday someone would invent a way for me to put my journal out in public, and a no-names policy is always a safe bet), but back to when I started my journal for our cross-country move from a Washington State suburb to Ohio farmland in 2002.
A select few people have read pages from my notebooks, and their response was always positive and followed by requests to read more. And, due to my very poor short-term, mid-term and long-term memory, the entries can be somewhat informative when I have reason to flip back through. I have no illusions that what I post will create a ripple in the literary waters, but since I have no children to pass my stories along to, this seems like a reasonable substitute. And, just maybe, my words will entertain someone, somewhere, for just a little while.
Well, there it is. A commitment into the digital ether, but a commitment nevertheless. If nobody minds, I will not be posting wall-to-wall journal entries, because there are alot of things going on around me every day that will insert themselves, I'm sure.
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