Am I Crazy??!

People have been suggesting I start a blog for a long time.  So, here it is.  Now, what exactly should I put here? I don't have a product to peddle, a service to broadcast, or a cause to garner support for. But I do have a lot of interest in a lot of different things, a lot of curiosity, a lot of questions, and a lot of opinions. I'm still the new kid on the block in my neighborhood (we've been here for 15 months) so I don't have a lot of social outlets. I spend entirely too much time lurking around on Facebook, vicariously keeping up with my old friends in New England, wishing for more new friends, both online and in-the-flesh. Is it too creepy to seek out strangers to become my virtual friends?

This is the gal whose maid of honor was her pen-pal--back in the pre-PC snail mail days.  (Let it be noted that I did meet her in person several times before I asked her.)  This is either an indication of my level of sanity (or lack thereof), my real-life social ineptitude, or my keen ability to attract kindred spirits through my engaging written word.  Stay tuned and you can figure that one out for yourself.

I find it at once intriguing and a bit scary to think of people I don't know reading something I've written and approving of it, and even agreeing with it.  I don't regularly follow other people's blogs (except my son's--exfandingyourhorizons.com, in case you're interested) but on the occasion when I stumble on one when I'm searching for an obscure recipe or trying to identify a mystery plant in my yard, I am fascinated by their creators.  They don't even know I'm there, eavesdropping on their lives.  Obviously they don't mind, because they've put their stuff out there for me to find.  Just think--I found someone else who planted Fairy Tale eggplant!  Someone else who tweaked a recipe for pickled green beans!  Someone else who wanted to create a giant gameboard!  It's reassuring to know that there is someone else in the universe who shared an experience with you, even if you've never seen her face, heard her voice, or know her address.

Fairy Tale Eggplant

So, I guess that's why I'm here, writing this right now.  Maybe to feel a little more normal, a little less eccentric.  A little less lonely.  I've always felt more comfortable behind a keyboard than with a phone pressed against my ear.  It's easier for me to break the ice with text than with small talk.

You, reading this right now:  Why are you reading this?  Who are you?  I'm curious to find out.