And so it went.

      I use Blog as a diary, which I used to write in daily, sort of. Not in the usual little book with  a key, but in notebooks or on pads of paper. I started to do this in seventh grade where I would write in the margins of the spiral  notebook Mrs. Foster had us keep for the Social Studies notes which she wrote on the classroom blackboard and we would dutifully copy word for word. That was the year my grandmother  got sick and died; I wrote the updates in the margins, in pencil, as was the norm, and then would erase my notations. I would have been ashamed to have anyone read about or even know what I was thinking or feeling. 

   Later, I would jot the news and thoughts of the day in a series of  leather-bound calendar journal books Dave received each year from his work. I still have a bunch of them, which nobody else has ever read, or wanted to either.

  So for a time now, I have written my thoughts in this blog, and it is true that I often delete them, usually those written in the dead of night and  erased in the early mornings. I suppose I write in lieu of conversation, notably missing since my sister died. I like to write to straighten my thought processes, on either serious or trivial matters. And I reread at times to refresh my memory about certain events or records I might want to retrieve.