“What is your schedule like this week?” asked my 86 year old mother.
I filled her in on the next two weeks of my working schedule but added that I would be busy because I was writing and posting on my blog every day this month. I saw a look of confusion pass across her face.
“Mom, this is the seventh year I’ve done this. I’ve told you about it,” I responded.
“How did I not know that you’ve done this for six years?” she said shaking her head in disbelief.
“Since you don’t have a computer, it didn’t seem relevant. But I know I’ve told you about it.”
“Do any of your friends do this too?”
“Well, actually one person from work does it too. Through writing, I made friends and met some of the people who read my writing. Plus, I read their writing too. Remember Kim from California or Ruth? I knew them first from reading their writing. In fact, I have met quite a few blog friends.”
“What do you write about?”
“Ordinary things, small moments from my day. Like today I wrote a poem about things I see out my window when I sit at my desk.” I know she’s thinking, that doesn’t sound very interesting. I’m thinking I just found my slice for tomorrow.
As I get ready to leave, she is still musing over the fact that I could have been doing something for six years and she had no knowledge of it.