I know that my 'followers'  don't anxiously rush to their computer each day to read what I have written.  I really can't expect that of them as I do understand life and the way that it works.  But I keep on doing this in hopes that it can be a good thing, eventually.  Right now I have years and years of journals laying about in dire need of being organized after our flood of just over one year ago.  I have deep and strange feelings for them as they do record a part of our lives that is so dear yet mostly forgotten as we trudge along through each new day as it comes and goes.  Imagine, this morning is the 1st day of December, 2012.  (For me it was my 1st time of 60, which has been five years in the making!)  In my efforts to 'make a living' I do take time to try to 'make a life' which entails remembering and pondering on what really matters to me/us, and, of course, that is YOU (meaning each of our 8 and now 30 that make up our family)  (I guess my fondest wish for Christmas would be that I have 30 'followers' rather then 6, and know that maybe, just maybe, they would read me every once in a while to make not only my journal worthwhile, but to validate me which is what I try to turn into the written word in my journal.)