For a guy who can't write, I am surprised that I am
blogging. I started out just trying to
put down some of my funny experiences so my kids would not forget them. Then I sort of did some reflective type
things to help them understand my decision to be a fulltime RVer. My reasons for posting things to the internet
seem to all revolve around imparting information to my kids and future
grandkids. They were also my reason for
creating a family photo website, www.philanddeb.com, long ago where I could post and catalog pictures
and videos of our lives. Although I am
not that old, barely 60, I believe the internet will be around much longer than
I and for whatever reason I would like to think that someone above me on the
family tree will be interested in my stories.
It's funny how I keep calling them "kids". All of them are in their 30's now so the term
does not really apply but I will keep doing it anyway.
To get back on track, I am a lousy writer. The testimony to this is that my own wife has
yet to read many of my blogs. She knows
me better than anyone and you can trust her opinion. It might be advisable to stop right here and
focus on something a little more constructive.
What I like about writing is that I have the chance to change how I say
something. I put down what I am thinking
and may travel well on before going back and rereading my thoughts. Then I change it to something a little
clearer and easier on the ears. My style
I find is very informal and friendly. I
am one of the world's worst spellers, if not the worst. I depend heavily on my word processer to
identify misspelled words and to offer the correct spelling. I might also mention that I am also the most
unobservant person in the world and the options listed has not always prevented
grievous errors in my writing. When
working I was trying to convey the exemplary quality of our project staff and
ended up referring to them as imbeciles.
My bad! In my interment wishes I
expressed my desire to be cemented instead of cremated. When questioned about that one, I just stuck
to my guns and figure I may end up in the foundation of a building
somewhere. I would love to hear stories
for others who have made similar mistakes.
I have looked at the statistics on my blogs and found that
more people than I ever expected have viewed them. I guess it is not that strange since I
frequently look at other people's blogs.
I do find it interesting though.
What do they think when they read about my brother trying to lock me in
the bus with a huge German Shepherd or scaring my kids during a séance with
Michael Jordan. Since I started RVing
around the country I have met so many interesting folks who travel the country
like ourselves. They all have different
stories and I love that. I love to
listen to them. I love the variety of
their backgrounds. You might think that these folks would focus on their past
work lives but that is usually the least talked about subject. We all had different jobs and you do learn
about that part of their lives but mostly they like to tell you about their
adventures and the people they have encountered during their lives. For my
part, I tell the funny stories that I blog about, the terrible old cars I
somehow got to run spitting and spewing, the ice storm that kept us inside for a
week or my brother inspiring me to pick up the pace during my first cross
country race. We are all very
interesting in our own ways due to our unique experiences and the people we
know.
My kids may read this someday and I hope they get to know me
a little better. I will always treasure
being able to offer advice or pearls of wisdom those few times when they
ask. I actually wish I could go back and
get to know my Mom better. It would have
been nice if she had left a legacy of her life as seen through her eyes as I am
attempting to do. In medieval days,
referring to the 60's and 70's, folks left their legacy through letters to
family and loved ones. Their letters were
for the most part very private and only a few got to share their thoughts. That is not the case with the internet. I keep this in mind when I post things. I make things a lot less personal. In private however, I let those I love know
just how much I love them through words and actions.
