Thanking My First Blogger Commenter
I've seen this done on other blogs recently, and while I can be a little slow on the uptake, I thought it was time to give credit where credit is way overdue.
In July 2005, I wrote my first blog post--pretty unremarkable by most standards. Three weeks later Ella was born and I had forgotten about the blog. In truth, I told some poet friends that I started a blog, which they thought was unremarkable. So I didn't come back until this past April, also know as National Poetry Month in the U.S.
It wasn't until the third post of April (or fourth post ever) that someone responded. And that someone was ... Alex, my best friend. Check out Alex's Blog; tap into some of his past posts. He works for a news organization and has some detailed insights on world events.
The entry was about posting at work, and the lack of balance in my life. His keen response to my griping was, "You know what they say, you do something 21 days in a row & it becomes a habit. So keep it up." And he was right.
So this is dedicated to the one I love--big Al! My son's namesake. You can't spell whimsical without "al"! My oldest friend (read: the one who has all the dirt on me). And that's the cool thing about friends: we choose them. But maybe it's more accurate to say that we chose each other.
In July 2005, I wrote my first blog post--pretty unremarkable by most standards. Three weeks later Ella was born and I had forgotten about the blog. In truth, I told some poet friends that I started a blog, which they thought was unremarkable. So I didn't come back until this past April, also know as National Poetry Month in the U.S.
It wasn't until the third post of April (or fourth post ever) that someone responded. And that someone was ... Alex, my best friend. Check out Alex's Blog; tap into some of his past posts. He works for a news organization and has some detailed insights on world events.
The entry was about posting at work, and the lack of balance in my life. His keen response to my griping was, "You know what they say, you do something 21 days in a row & it becomes a habit. So keep it up." And he was right.
So this is dedicated to the one I love--big Al! My son's namesake. You can't spell whimsical without "al"! My oldest friend (read: the one who has all the dirt on me). And that's the cool thing about friends: we choose them. But maybe it's more accurate to say that we chose each other.
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