Sonja is practicing her Bach, as she is wont to do, and the sun is trailing into darkness behind the mountains, and the pot roast is slowly roasting, and this blog is sitting here, unwritten and unread like so many of it’s brothers and sisters out there in the quiet pastures of the internet.
Sonja turns to me and says, “hey remember when you had a blog?”
Yeah, I remember. But don’t call it a blog!!
It’s my place I put up pictures once a year. Blog sounds like it has to be something….