This is Saturday, but another work day for me with a workshop for teachers run by the Newark Teachers' Union.
I've been thinking about how I use the blog, which is still spotty, and not very consistent. I admire the political and bookish blogs (or both-- like my friend Shelley Ettinger's ). There's also my brother-in-law David Weinberger's all purpose but-mostly-about-the-web blog that is followed by lots of techy people. I think my blog is mostly read by friends and family, although like all blogs is out there in public, and I occasionally, on the Blogger version, get comments back from strangers and more often people I have some past connection with. I also keep a personal and private journal, and have for a long time, which often drifts off into writing material that sometimes gets turned into anything from a novel to a poem.
I definitely don't blog my poetry almost ever!
think thIS blog is more comparable to my old "To Joels" that I wrote when he was a baby mostly for my mother, although now that I'm grandmother age myself, looking at them is a happy sunny glimpse of the good side of motherhood back in the day. Mostly my relationship with Baby Joel and Toddler Joel and Boy Joel was all sunny anyhow-- he was a definite light in our lives, and continues to be with his phone calls full of enthusiasms (rock climbing, restaurants in San Francisco and East Bay, skiing, personalities of people he knows, and now Judaism).
But I didn't put my down moments into those documents, and I don't blog about those either-- I'm generally fairly evenly good spirited these days. But private, in my own somewhat exhibitionist way.