In honor of blog post #101, I would like to make a few comments about my own personal blogging habits, especially of late. I started this blog supposedly as a writing exercise. I suppose some of that has gone on, but not very much lately. In fact, for some months the majority of my posts have been you-tube videos or pictures. I don't share much of what's actually going on in my day-to-day life. I do share my thoughts sometimes, or memories. Maybe it's because I've not been feeling very consistent lately about anything routine -- too tired in my "free" time to even get on the computer sometimes. I just don't feel like saying much lately, and don't feel like I have much to say. There's definitely a lot going on, but not anything I want to blog about. So I've decided I need to remind myself of my original purpose and get back to my writing. I'll still post my finer things from time to time, and occasionally something from every day life. But in general, I'd like to focus on writing and less on web-logging. Here's a very little something, inspired by every day life, with a little bit of writing and memory too.
I've been thinking about my grandfather lately. I even dreamed about him the other morning. Almost every time I wipe off a table at my current place of employment, I'm reminded of when I used to do that at our favorite Hawaiian restaurant when we were done eating. At first this memory bothered me. Thinking of him while wiping salt and grease off of tables, I felt ashamed because of the years and degrees that had passed. Over the last two or three weeks, Linus and I have watched some very interesting programs on PBS about the 1930s. In each program, I am reminded of my grandfather and how hard that decade was for him, as it was for most Americans. He worked wherever he could -- when he could even find a job. The other day as I was wringing out a rag, it occurred to me that maybe my grandfather was actually proud of me. And as I wiped clean another surface, I smiled at the memory of my grandpa.
3 comments:
He was and is proud of you. So am I. There is nothing wrong with honest work--it really doesn't matter what it is. I will have to blog myself one of these first days about my own work history.
There is dignity in honest work. As a married woman I have had to do a lot of grunt work because I was in no position to pursue my own career. Staying sane in that situation is a challenge. I would often recall a talk Henry Eyring gave to my Freshman class at USU. He said that it didn't matter what job you had - ditch digger or chemist - the only thing that mattered was that you took pride in doing the best job that you could do in whatever you were doing.
Looking forward to your writing.
Mutti
Yes, staying sane is the challenge, especially when the work is never done and your energy has limits. Also, who you work with or beside can make all the difference. Is there someone around to make you smile or laugh as you wipe the salt and grease? I hope so.
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