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Catching up

It would be an understatement to say things have changed since I last blogged regularly. But they have, and that’s a big reason why I stopped writing. The very best bloggers really bare their souls, but I haven’t felt comfortable sharing my personal saga in this public forum. Nevertheless, I do love to write, and I have missed crafting my observations into some longer piece.

I’m like many bloggers who were active when the genre was new and have since fallen by the wayside. The blog community used to be a busy hive of activity. It was all about connecting and commenting and cross-posting and getting listed on some big blogger’s Blog Roll. Now, the ease and instant gratification of a brief Facebook post, or the targeted community that’s possible in a Facebook group, often trumps the more cumbersome blog format.

Earlier this week, I posted on Facebook about kids going away to college versus kids (mine) staying home and attending community college. That post seemed to resonate with many friends. My thoughts on the subject gelled, and I turned it into my first blog post since February 2015. And I think that’s exactly what I needed to jump start me back into blogging.

It isn’t nice to tease about big changes without sharing them, so in a nutshell, here’s what’s been going on:

The boys. They keep growing (up). Seth is 20, Ross the Boss is 18 and graduated high school earlier this year. Both, as you know, will attend community college in the fall. Peezer finished 5th grade in style and starts middle school next week. I keep telling him I’m afraid for him to go because I know it’s inevitable that he will eventually think I’m really dumb. He assures me he won’t. I hope he’s right.

The pets. Mac, the world’s most universally beloved dog, died earlier this summer. One afternoon he made it apparent that it was his time, and we helped him across the Rainbow Bridge. We all really miss him, but I’d be lying if I told you I miss vacuuming up all the hair he shed throughout the house. I don’t. The two cats continue to provide us with hours of amusement and a constant obligation to feed and clean up after them.

The cars. Our trusty Jeep met an untimely demise in a creek (that’s a story I wish I could share but one of my kids is still pretty embarrassed about it and still gets angry when I bring it up). We sold the Suburban and I got myself an economical, fun-to-drive small sedan. I miss my land yacht often, but never less than when I put gas in my Jetta.

The job. After 10 years as a consultant, I’m in-house HR now. When opportunity knocks, you’d be silly not to answer the door, and it turns out, this good gig found its way to my in-box and I decided to jump. There are things I miss about my previous job, but there are a lot of good things about my new one. I like it here.

The marriage. The biggest change is that after two-plus decades together, for a variety of reasons too personal to share, Curt and I decided it would be best for us to part ways. We had a good run; the divorce was final earlier this year. We are trying hard to be supportive of each other, and to co-parent our kids, and are feeling pretty good so far about our new arrangement. I look forward to the second half of my life and am optimistic about all that awaits me. And that’s all I’ll say about that here.

There’s more, but that’s enough for now. I missed my chance to comment on the spectacle of the summer Olympics, but I hear there’s a big election coming up, so that should provide some rich fodder. I’m thinking of resurrecting My Grandmas' Recipes, so there could be some mention of that here. I don’t know what I’ll write about or how often I’ll post, but when I do, I’ll share it on my Soup Is Not A Finger Food Facebook page as well as my personal page, so keep an eye out if you care to keep up. And if you’re over it, that’s cool too, no hard feelings. I never did figure out how to use Tumbr, and I still have a love-hate thing going with Twitter, so I spend most of my social media effort on Facebook, with the occasional Instagram post (heavy on photos of cocktails there for some reason).

If you’ve read to the end, you’re a champ. A peach. Seriously. Thanks for sticking with me, and stay tuned for more random thoughts and semi-hilarious musings.