Sunday, March 8, 2009
I sense the ominous approach of a new obsession. Storage. Those who know me well, will suspect it is the smoke and mirrors aspect that appeals. Neatly stacked boxes, their fronts 'faced' like a good supermarket shopping experience - but beware the state of the contents.
The same sort of theory goes for this blog. Goodness knows where it goes, or if indeed it does pass go but it has been a background itch for quite some time. Besides, I feel guilty about all this lurking on other people's blogs. If nothing else, it's a stab at holding on to some everyday happenings and inspirings, that together may just put together a piece of a picture of now. A neatly packaged storage system for some time later (no guarantee on the state of the contents). After a while, my anklebiters might appreciate that - I know I wish I had something like it.
Which brings me to the Myrtle and Eunice thing. Inspired by a memory of childhood Saturdays spent at my Nana and Pa's house and the inevitable Scrabble Battle between two lovely old ladies, one of which I wish I knew a hell of a lot more about. But I was too little back then to know to ask the questions and now it's just a lot too late.
Posted by Tania at 8.3.09