The line

Do you ever wonder where the line is? You know the one you don't really want to cross at any point? The one that will take an argument into dangerous territory? I hate that line. It's also there when I want to blog. Right. There. It's my blog and I can write what I want ... but I want people to read it so I sensor it ... only put good? things or fun things or at least I do now. IS that a catch 22? I think it is.

For instance, I used to write about pregnancy/birth ... but I got so much flack (is that a word?) that I stopped. I mean I don't understand ... it was my feelings! Things that actually happened to me or were affecting me. Then I wrote about work ... gawsh darn it anyways. I'm over that now. But still. My blog is boring now.

Right now. I want to blog about a book I'm reading. I like it and don't like it at the same time. It's frustrating because ... maybe the author reads my blog. I don't know! I like the author and don't want to hurt her feelings, but I really want to blog about the book! I can't stop reading the book, well obviously I stopped for a bit, because I want to know what happens, but whenever I pick it up I get mad and put it down. Another catch 22? I should google it. But I should know because I think I read the book Catch 22.

So here I am. Standing at that line, wondering if I should step over it ... write what I want ... or stay on my side.

You know, I wish I had a piano. I miss playing it a lot! Like ... a LOT! I also wish I had a laptop so I didn't have to be hunched over at a kids table, sitting on a sagging moose footstool (that shouldn't be sat on), typing on a wax crayon colored french keyboard and trying to not lose my mouse on the floor every time I adjust the screen.

Speaking of mice, I haven't seen any in a while. Do mice hibernate? I hope so. Maybe our new cat Cinderella scared them. She scared me! Crazy, hissing cat ... you'd only guess now, she's still leery ...

I'm glad I have spell checker. I love spell checker.