One Day from Monday

My numbers are down for my blog.  I guess what the common joe has to say isn't incredibly interesting.  I'm not sure what I could do to build my readership back up.  It would be nice for me to get some feedback on writing projects I'm working on.

You see, my problem with this blog is that I have no focus.  I'm not specific enough to get a big following.  Sometimes I write about politics; sometimes, I write about what's going on in my life, and sometimes I write about writing.  I don't want to be a blogger who whines the whole time.  Nor do I want to give off the aura of the Network anchorman on the movie Network which starred Peter Finch.  I'm not much of a "I'm mad as hell, and I'm not going to take it anymore" kind of person.  I've always been low-key.  I don't holler -- I'm definitely passive aggressive if anything.

I filter most of what I think, and it comes out when I say it, in a much more civil way.  The only exception is probably in my writing.  I've mistakenly written some letters and emails when I've been angry that I probably shouldn't have.  Emails are especially bad.  You can get those things in the mail with a push of a button.  That can be dangerous.  I also lose my temper sometimes when I am on the phone.  I don't like talking on the phone anyway.  The only nonverbal communication you get on the phone is tone of voice.  Texting is even worse, and I don't even do that.  People have discovered all kinds of ways not to speak with someone face to face.  Kind of sad.  The art of conversation is fading away.  We will find ourselves in the world of 1984's Newspeak, not because the government is trying to control our actions by controlling our conversations, but because we won't know how to use real words anymore.  Just think about it. Nations and culture didn't begin to evolve until communication grew easier.  Now, that we are communicating less and less face to face, will we sink back into the pit of Neanderthalism?  When God wanted to scatter the countries, he destroyed their common language.  I love to study how language evolved.  Perhaps we should be looking for ways to keep language from devolving.

Back to my blog.  I'm not sure what I should do.
Today, I'll just finish up with a couple comments about the past couple of days.  Friday was uneventful really.  We had a half day of professional development at school, but then I came home and rode my bike for 11 miles.  Our daughter is also home for her spring break.  It's so good to have her back.  She won't be home too many more times before she gets married.  That's in May.  Sigh.

On Saturday, Meg and I drove down to lake of the ozarks where Jean had gone for a conference.  It was so nice to be on the lake even though we didn't do anything spectacular really. We went out to eat at the Italian place there called Delmonico's.  Then we stopped at an ice cream place called the Stone Cold Churn -- I think.  I had this chocolate concrete thing that was delicious.  We went to a couple of the stores and then came back to the motel.   I sat out on the balcony for a while and watched the stars.  The lights reflecting off the lake were beautiful also.  It was warm too.  About 60.  I sat out for a half hour or so and just thought about how much I'd like to live on the lake.  Well, any lake.  It humbles me.

I didn't sleep well last night because I have a really bad cough.  It reminds me of the days when I'd smoke and get bronchitis.  I haven't smoked for over 10 years.  I'm guessing it's just some upper respiratory thing, but it is really getting too me.  I don't feel sick. I'm just hacking my fool head off. This evening, I rode my bike.  It was hard because I didn't ride last night,  but I got in 8 miles.  I am going to go and think about what I could do to make my blog interesting.  Any comments would be greatly appreciated.