Three, III, 2+1

"Oh, no," I thought when I realized. Though it may sound odd to all but the most dedicated of bloggers, I was really disappointed. I had marked it in my mental calender, always a dangerous thing to do when one has anything approaching a busy life. The day came and went without notice. It was two days later when I realized that I had missed the third anniversary of my blog's first posting.

Clearly marking the date two days late is kind of pathetic. It's kind of like your spouse showing up with balloons and a birthday cake on the wrong day. It's kind of like getting one of those Gawd-Awful, belated birthday cards, you know the 'when you don't care enough' cards. It's kind of like having carollers show up on Boxing Day. Yeah, right, so it was two days later, what do I do, what do I do?

I mean I wanted to mark the occasion, October 6th, 2006 I wrote my first blog post. I had set myself the goal of writing a daily blog for a one year span. Then I planned on simply erasing it from the blogosphere and moving on. That clearly wasn't what happened. I found that I enjoyed the process of documenting my life, writing down things that I noticed, it was like having my own little Dear Diary but one left open for anyone to read.



Joe and I have not in any way documented our lives. We are not picture takers. We have very few photos of ourselves. There are others in our lives with way more pictures of us than we have. Somewhere around here is a wee photo album that has pictures of us as boys when we had a 'committment' ceremony many, many, decades ago. But other than that, we have nothing to show that we were here, we did things, we loved each other. The blog has become kind of like our collection of snapshots. Herein is recorded things that we did, places we went, conversations that we had. Suddenly I was writing a blog as much for myself, as much for Joe as for any of the readers. I think that's a good thing in a way. It means that I focus on what is important to us and what I want us to remember.

That's why, when the first anniversary came, I decided not to chuck it in but to continue. Too, I had found through travelling and through comments that there were dedicated people who had joined the little community here at 'Rolling Around in My Head' (nee 'Chewing the Fat') and it was a nice way of experiencing that odd thing called a virtual community. Here in the world of the internet I have a home and a voice. Here, I have a place to be amongst friends.

So, it's Thanksgiving Day here in Canada. Joe and I will be cooking up a storm in just a few hours. The house will smell of spices. Our plates will brim with good things, earthy things. We will clink our glasses and talk of all that we have to be grateful for. Thankfully, our lives are full of people and purpose. As we make a list of what matters to us, this blog and the community of people around it, will be highlighted.

The anniversary was missed. But the opportuntity to be thankful wasn't. That's all that really matters, isn't it.