down to earth

I call my dogs and pets and animal loves all “choobwabs” – why? I love it but where did I get this new language from – anyway I don’t really mind, I just love calling them that

Side-note: Choobwabs – I’m doing this on auto dictate and the first thing it typed for me was Chewbacca and then the second one was chew bobs lol

Anyway today is my first day of this blog quest this is so exciting I’ve always wanted to blog but had this feeling that it had to be personal and that I had to keep it a secret if anything just to empty the contents of my brain out somewhere kind of like getting an external hard drive for your mind

anyway I did start a long time ago I can’t even remember the year on blogger.com it had this really cool theme with an old computer and old TV in an old kind of Moulin Rouge type of old French antique room and it made me feel like I had my own apartment. Mind you, back then I was still living at home and I was young and I was in that phase of my life where I really wanted my own place

so this little Blogger site that I had ended up creating – little thought things that I would type out based on whatever I thought at the moment or observing things

I think I wrote a little poem it wasn’t a poem but it maybe turned into one and it was about some streetcar in the rain… all I remember was having this visual of after I reread it but it was about some man stepping onto a Streetcar and just kind of like a “sliding doors” moment of what his life would have looked like if he hadn’t stepped onto those streetcar steps… it was raining and all this stuff I don’t know why but I photo captured that in my head and I made a little thought puke about it which ended up to some people maybe calling it a poem. Nonetheless I can’t remember the password to that blogging page anymore so unfortunately all of those little poems are lost

anyway all this to say that I finally started another blog page which I don’t know where to start ’cause you have to pay for everything now but for now I’m starting on just a Word document and I’m entitling it blog quest dating all the entries and etc

I remember back when I first started it I always kept it private meaning I never switched the bar to public maybe I did for a day and then I stopped but there was something stopping me like as though I had to pay with my life for whoever saw it or that it would lead to some kind of disaster in my life and I always had that debate in my head whether or not I should keep it public or keep it private maybe I was right in that a lot of things that you write, kind of like aged wine, when you first let people read them they don’t make any sense and they’re gibberish but when you look back on it later which is why I’m thinking back on it now and thinking all those words were so creative because they preserved in them a feeling kind of like a perfume of that time and it was like me wanting to reread it and wishing that I had it as though I was trying to open up an old bottle of perfume and smelling it and recreating the times of what that perfume meant- of what the writing meant

Side note: anyway it’s so much easier with dictate now that I can just say all this without having to worry about getting arthritis in my fingers from typing it all

So I do remember when I first opened that blog a long time ago …a friend at the time had managed to tell me – ahh you should keep going and writing it, you should make it public it’ll be cathartic – and that has always been stuck in my head as a distilled little moment and that maybe I should have done what she said and made it public at that time or again like I said earlier maybe I shouldn’t have at that time but at a later time. Nevertheless, she was right, in that there is value for people in any walk of life and you just don’t know who you might affect in a positive way and cause a potential chain reaction – like your nervous system in action linked by live nerves. I wish I had made it public a bit later kind of like opening a wine at the right and opportune moment, but alas I waited too long and forgot about it , and even forgot the passcodes so all is essentially lost. For now.

Anyway it’s always good to document these things even at least for yourself, now at least, my future self will now forever remember that I once called all my animals “choobwabs”.

~ day 1/ feb 2, blog quest: thoughts for everyday ~