Blogging about blogging

Blogging is like having your diary on the web for everyone to see. Lord knows why anyone would want to do that but it seems that many people do, present company included. For me at least, I either write exactly what I want to write about or I take time off and figure out how to rephrase and paraphrase what I am thinking. Anyone who has spent any time with me knows that I would much rather say what I am thinking or not say anything at all.

So.....

It is almost 1:30 AM on Tuesday. My brother and his wife just had a daughter and used my late mother's first name as the child's middle name. That was pretty cool. I hear my dad shed a tear or two at the news. If I cried over such things, I might have as well. Mom would have liked that. I frequently reflect on Ma Thomas and her quirky ways. She was born prematurely and was sickly as child and into adulthood so at various times during her life a great deal of her knowledge about the world came from reading and watching television. She always had an opinion about something based on the information she gathered from whatever source. I learned from her to try to make the best judgments and decisions based on the information you have. Sometimes, I take that a little too far but it has served me well. She was an artist, a Girl Scout troop leader and regional director (I love Girl Scout cookies), a social worker in the school system, and then a teacher.

She was funny. One funny story about her involves me when I was baby. The story goes like this:
She takes me in for one of the standard baby check-ups. The doctor remarks probably just off hand that my skin is a little dry. To my understanding, she did not challenge the doctor but she did note it. From then on, she made sure to keep me moisturized from head to toe. When time came for the next doctor's visit she took special care to moisturize me. When the doctor went to pick me up I almost slipped out of the doctor's hands because mom had covered me in Vaseline.

Eccentricity runs in the family.