The First Day of the Rest of My Life

I have been thinking about writing a blog for awhile.  I couldn’t decide if it was a commitment I was willing to make or not. Then, I decided, if it’s my blog, I can make up the rules. So the ruminating has continued. What do I call it?  What would I say?  I know I have things to say, ask any of my friends. I always have an opinion or as one of my friend’s will ask, take a meter reading on an issue or event.  Will anyone care? Read it? Find it? Comment?  The name, the name. what’s in a name?  I have been thinking about Diana’s Diatribe, my sister likes alliteration.  The "name" has slowed me down. Diatribe is so aggressive sounding and I may write about Barbie Dolls, who knows? What about Musings and Rants? Streaming Soliloquy? Do I have to decide? Can I keep changing it up?  Now, if no one reads it, how will I feel? Will it matter?  As it’s been considered by philosophers for generations, "If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?" So may be my path; I may write and get no response. A black hole. How will I feel? There is only one way to find out. So readers or non readers of whatever this may be, here we go, Day One.


Today is the first day of high school for my kids.  I can't believe it, really. Where did the time go?  My high school years, though decades ago, don't seem that long ago.  I have memories deeply ingrained in my brain. Thanks to Facebook I have been able to re-connect with so many people that I had thought about over the years. What I find boggling is how many people I didn't know. I thought I knew everyone, in my grade at least, but clearly that is not true. Faces keep popping up and I am clueless.  So as my kids begin their high school years, there isn't a face or name they won't recognize in years to come. First of all, there won't be the long gaps in time because of social networking, and second, their high school is an 1/8 the size of mine. May the adventures begin.