The Love Birds

Yesterday I sat with Diane's computer combing over all her bookmarks only to discover that my blog had been demoted from her "Daily Checks" list to her "Weekly Checks" list. When I crowed my unhappy surprise she said, "Well, what do you expect--how many times DO YOU post?" I muttered something about how it wasn't the QUANTITY, but the QUALITY, but let's face it, she HAD A POINT. DANG! So last night I vowed to make it back to her Daily Checks list--if even for a week. She said, "Yeah, well I'll believe it when I see it."

Now I am here at the co-op in town, sitting with Diane, as she blogs, wondering WHAT THE HECK I am going to write about. I used to have this feeling about the blog that there wasn't ANYTHING I couldn't or wouldn't post about. Like so much else, the relationship changes, and it's no longer a HOT AFFAIR, but a sort of daily business that I have to muster up some sort of inspiration for. It's funny to talk to my friend about the business of blogging. Diane is in the hot throws of the NEW LOVE AFFAIR. She has found not only her niche, but her on-line community, and the excitement of CHECKING IN and hobnobbing. I feel like a granny looking at the youngn' in love and I want to say, "Oh you love bird, GET A ROOM."

The best thing about blogging is that you fall a little in love with your life. Or you notice it and comb through the dailiness of it with affection and sometimes even wonder. This is a funny and unlikely gift that the world of technology has brought forth. I keep a journal and that too helps me pay attention--but the blog is a little more visual, a little more CAPTURED. I have three years of my life here (for better or worse) and the least I can say is that I PAID ATTENTION.

This morning I got to come with Diane on her weekly getaway to the co-op for coffee and blogging. The kids were left with Lucian, and we trekked along the snowy road. It was quiet and beautiful. Then when we got here, the cafe was empty, and we set up shop. She brought out her books, her business, and her laptop. I brought out my journal, my books, and my laptop. This is a real luxury for me coming from New York, where one is lucky to find a table, much less quiet and space. As a full-time mother, partner, and burgeoning business builder, I can only imagine that the same scenario applies to her. So we sit in silence, the clickety clack of the keyboards and gather the space to notice, to write things down, and to feel the love for the littlest parts of our lives.