Blogthings

For a very long time, this blog was a letter to a single person. Over time it evolved into letters to many people. The kind of letters you never send but hope the people they are intended for can read in your eyes and your heart because those people don't read this blog, but my one reader used to. So in a way I suppose this has become more honest.

I sprained or pulled my back by attending an intermediate step class after months of no physical activity at all. Yesterday was alright but today I couldn't stand up straight and spent my day wallowing in my stupidity and aimlessly surfing the net. It was all worth it though. I found a friend in an unexpected place in an unexpected way.

At the moment I knit to survive. No this is not going to turn into a knitting blog, but the fact that I have begun is worth a mention.

The boy hates the fact that I won't committ to anything. its the boys who are meant to be afraid of committment he says Its times like that when I know he doesn't understand me at all. Perhaps he never will.

Everything in this life is forcing me into an old age before my time.