Seems like I made a confession before, but I can’t remember what I confessed to, of the many I might.

My photo today is of me at my prime, half a lifetime ago, which reminds me of another earlier poem,

“MY Mirror Is A Liar:”

It is my fifth birthday and

I am in pigtails, swinging

on the garage door,

wondering if I will still

be me

when I am grown.

Eighty-eight years later,

I am.

(Ooh, I didn’t know that photo would be so big!

Anyway, back to my confession.  I am a neophyte at this blogging business, if you haven’t noticed.  It’s gotten recently worse because I can’t reply to some posts because they use that little square in order to do so.  And when I look for help I find some SEO, without any suggestion of what that stands for.  I’m also having difficulty re-blogging, maybe in some cases if I’m trying to re-blog from Gugenheim (shudder).  I usta could, but not so much now.  Moreover, I get confused between “Reply” and  “comment,” and who the author is.

I’m running free of my censor today and want to tell my friends that I appreciate you, although I rarely converse with you or welcome your visits verbally…no, not verbally…in writing.  It’s nothing to do with you; it’s my shyness or avoidance or …and I HATE TO MAKE EXCUSES FOR MYSELF, so ignore those remarks.  My topics seem to consume me and remain undigested until the next one.  I wish there was an easier way for me and my blogger friends to meet together on one blog (or post).  Everyone has seemed friendly except one whose toes I must have stepped on. I still visit her site but don’t try to reblog her. And oh, Dr. Rex, a Floridian fomerly from Puerto Rico.  and friendly Ali Redford, who remains somewhat of a mystery.  And of course one of my daughters… and the two bloggers with the same gravatar.  And my favorite and perhaps most longterm blog couple, Katiemaefredricks.

Jill Dennison shares snarks, music and keen observations, and we both live in Ohio. Aussi Ned Hamson?  Ned Hamson gave me blood transfusions for months (reblogs), and when not re-blogging, “liked.”  Keith Wilson and I discovered a place connection by way of Charlotte, North Carolina. A breath of Fresh air comes from Annie Writes,  and  Petru, an old faithful (not necessarily old, tho)  great friend who lives in South Africa writes poetry and paints, or perhaps I should just say she’s an artist..  I’m kind of fearful of 10-grain because he’s so prolific and sharp, , but welcome him and any visitors I get, as I do the new guy on my block, KK, who says he will attempt to download what has been uploaded throughout the life  “Before, yes before…
my memory may start fading away….,
Else, the whole thing will go away,
Unsaid, unlettered, unsung…sheer waste”  (I initially  avoided his blog because he shared how economics-oriented his life has been and I suspected he might be quite different than it turns out he is.) But upon looking further, I am more confused.  If he is a hit singer of Indian origin, how is it that his “KK” blog doesn’t mention it?  His photo looks quite different on his blog versus Google.  Could it be father and son?  Either is welcome to visit and it’s no newsflash that I can easily get confused.  Oh, it would be too crowded if everyone who visited me just once visited for this gathering,  so I may sometime in the future comment on other friends or may be lazy, or forget, or be ashes  (Tho I have a nice obituary already written for that eventuality.  “They” will share it.)