Why Bother?

One of my friends asked me why I bother to write a blog. I can very easily tell you why I bother writing what I do. There are several very good reasons. Two of the reasons are running around the house having the kind of fun that only a three year old and a one and a half year old can have. Another reason is living in Tennessee working for the Navy. Another is living with her hubby in town, another is somewhere under the Atlantic on his submarine, of which he is the chief engineering officer, while two more reasons are pursuing the little ones: their Mom and their vegetarian/artist Grandmother (of whom I have written). Great reasons to my way of thinking.

I want the best for all our kids, their spouses and the grand kids. That does not make me unusual in the least. Maybe I worry about it more than most because there are a lot of people who seem not to want them, and all the other wives, kids, grand kids, and extended families we all care about, to have the chances, freedoms, or life we have had.

There are fundamentalists who want to turn this country into an oppressive theocracy where freedom is a stranger, and their delusions are given force of law. Here I do not speak only of the radical Islamists, who have the same desires for America. Read the new book The Family by Jeff Sharlet for more information on this aspect of things. I'll have more to say on this sort of thing as this blog develops.

So, I give voice to my worries and join the mass of other bloggers who share their thoughts and feelings, ideas and ideals for whomever might care to read them. We bloggers of all stripes may be what keeps the forces that would take away our freedoms at bay!

A final note for the day, on the dangers of grandparenting. As I was waiting for Cally, our oldest granddaughter to hop out of her car seat, I said, looking at the assembly of books and toys on the floor where she had dropped them during our trip to see Mary's folks, "Wow, got a lot of crap on the floor there kiddo." She said 'That's not a lotsa crap." Christy (their mom) said "Cally learned a new word!"

Oops.

Oh well, at least I didn't say...well you know.
Tim