So my folks were here, briefly, and my father mentioned no fewer than three times that he was going to check my blog to see if I’d written. “Um, I don’t really write much anymore,” I said, as if he didn’t already know that.
“Yeah, but how will I know what’s happening in your life?” he said.
“It’s terrible,” added Otto, never one to shy away from ganging up on me with my dad. “I used to be able to check the blog before I came home to find out what I’d done that day or to know if I should be worried about something. Now I just have to GUESS.”
I waved them off. Whatever.
A day later, Chickadee cornered me. “Hey,” she said, “why DON’T you write anymore?”
She’s a visual learner, so I made her a diagram to explain.
Now you know, too.