I started this blog more than a year ago, hoping to use it to share some of my deeper day-to-day musings. Not just entertaining or poignant little bits that I typically post on my other blog, but potentially thought-provoking, possibly unsettling, maybe even controversial ideas that have crossed my mind. Thoughts that might show that not all Baby Boomers are sitting around complaining about kids these days (ridiculous and impractical, since most of the world’s population is now within the age range that could be my kids or grandkids), or how things were better back in my day (whatever that means – lots of things are better now, some things still need a lot of work – it’s called life).

Why put such thoughts here rather than in the blog that I’ve used for years? I wanted a space that people might come across by accident as they browse, without needing to go through the WordPress site. It feels a bit more – what? Anonymous? I’m not sure that’s exactly what I wanted, maybe more a space where friends and relatives were less likely to come by, expecting my usual whimsical or sentimental or humorous posts.

So why have I written nothing here in more than a year? I’ve definitely had some controversial thoughts I considered important enough to share. But I didn’t, either because I felt so strongly that I was afraid I wouldn’t do the topic justice, or because I had a hard time pinning down what it was I felt needed expressing. Maybe I was simply afraid someone might read it.

My other blog is actually called “Read Me.” Sounds a little desperate maybe, or like part of the technical documents within computer programs. But it’s inspired by Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland – like the tiny bottle and cake labeled “Drink me,” “Eat me,” that end up having a rather dramatic impact on Alice’s activities. So I do want to be read. But in that blog, I aim to please. It’s a bit of a performance, playing to a mostly-known audience.

But this, I hope it will be closer to a journal, recording what is going on in my head as the world goes on around me. And to be successful, it has to be written here, in a space where someone might possibly read it. I’ve tried keeping hand-written journals in the past, and I’m crap at it. I start out fine, eventually start to ramble and ultimately become incoherent, even to myself.

I need to know someone is going to check my work – otherwise my brain just doesn’t care and I get lost in the literary weeds. So whether or not anyone ever stumbles across what this particular boomer is rambling on about, there is a small chance that someone will.

So if you’re here, thanks for stopping by. I’ll try to be a lot quicker with the next post.