I don't spend a lot of time looking at other people's blogs. There are a few Internet acquaintances whom I drop in on occasionally. I think blogging as the supposed voice of the little man on the street (Internet) has pretty much gone the way of the dodo bird. Of course initially, it was heralded as redefining the very concept of Internet content. In Net years that equals once upon a time. For let's be honest, how many people can write about what they had for dinner the previous night and keep it, at all, interesting? Few. How many people would flock to a website with information like that anyway? Probably fewer.Let's venture that personal blogging is rapidly disappearing and there isn't much reason for Internet users to visit one. These facts won't affect me here. I'm not doing this for the five to ten dozen folks who stop here on an average day. Most of the guests are unknown and arrive through a Google search for an image or some rather arcane references I might have made. Lord knows, my family and friends seldom take a peek! I think I'm continuing here simply for my own benefit.
In conclusion, you can expect to see this blog boldly continue into the indefinite future, even if it means entries about absolutely nothing, like today's.I like having my ideas down in pictures and words. I'm far too lazy to sit and organize a real autobiography. This shotgun approach suits me better. I have spent most of my life teaching communication skills, so actually writing something down seems like a logical pursuit. I am happy with a big, electronic place to store junk. Having never settled into one location for long, and having generally lived in small spaces, I've never had spare engine components, or old snowmobile parts like my father once amassed. I enjoy having answers to questions people don't even have. For example, should the day ever come that anyone emails me about my now long-deceased grandmothers, I could offer a link: my eJournal and images: grandmothers. How many people can do that, eh?