Primary Doesn't Mean Important

 As I have mentioned, this is my primary blog. I don't think that means it is my most important blog, because it does not get updated as frequently as some of my other blogs. I think subconsciously it means my First Blog and even that is not completely accurate, because I had blogs prior to this one. To say it is my first blog at Blogger would be more to the pont. I could check to be sure but I'd say it's about 15 years old. I did actually save what I had written so far and then checked the date of the earliest saved post. that one dates back to 2015, so that's ten years. If memory serves me correctly, that post is not the first post. I'd say 2010 would be a better starting point, but if that's the case, where are all the posts from 2010 to 2015?

So Many Blogs, So Little Time

 A friend of mine was having difficulty with something and i made a reference to something I had written in one of my blogs and he said Oh I didn't know you had a blog and of course I said Yeah I have a few of those. I actually have quite a few. I'm an addict. My whole philosophy of life is based on the premise that if one works this good, just think what ten would do. 

Mulgrave Lane is supposed to be my primary blog. I remember how it got started. They renamed all the streets in the trailer park. They are all named after ships that were lost in the Battle of the Atlantic. My part of the street is on the corner of Trentonian Lane and Mulgrave Lane. My access door is on Mulgrave lane and I like that better than Trentonian. It's easier to say and easier to spell. So, I contacted the city and asked if my civic address could be changed to Mulgrave Lane. After a few weeks they responded to me and said that a 911 driver would need to drive all the way to the end of Mulgrave Lane to get to my trailer, so they denied my request. A 911 driver would have to travel all the way to the end of Trentonian Lane to get to my trailer anyway but that idea didn't seem to have anything to do with anything, so my address is 38 Trentonian.

My solution? I created a blog called Mulgrave Lane. And it's not my only blog. I have a recipe blog and a dessert blog that I do not update on a regular basis. Those would be So Good To Come To and Stressed Spelled Backward. Go ahead, spell it backward.

One day, when I was working as a security guard, the guy who worked the night shift, who was supposed to relieve me the evening, was snowed in and we had to shovel him out so he could go home sleep and then come back to work. A backhoe plow was driving by and the good samaritan in him decided to help plow my buddy out. So I blogged about that at a blog I created called Sometimes God Drives A Snow Plow. that blog doesn't get updated very often.

I have one called The God Box which is little blurbs about the words I pick from my God Box every day. I've been updating that one regularly every day for at least a month or so.

And this little rant has served to update Mulgrave Lane.

March 18, 2025

 I thought I'd write a late night post but I see that by the time I finish the post, it will be early morning on the 18th. I was sidetracked from doing my morning posts. Friend of mine passed away and admittedly, it launched me into a bit of a funk, took me a few days to shake that off, which brought me to the weekend and I had only planned to do those posts during the week, so hey that justified me for not writing for a few more days. I had a few more reports to write so that took 2 more days, etc etc

I wonder if my friend had procrastinated about anything that he never got a chance to do because he died before he was able to complete the task. An idea was forming there but it slipped off the precipice before I was able to grab onto it.

We recently started going to church again. As a child, I went (I almost said religiously when what I meant to say was regularly) to sunday school. When I joined a street gang in the late sixties, I noticed that the other members of the gang didn't go to sunday school so I stopped going. It would be 50+ years before I returned. I'm not much for the organization of religion, but the Reverend is a cool guy and the service isn't too far-fetched. They have a coffee hour after the service and I bake cookies for that. I also help the ladies knit blankets for less fortunate others, a hobby I picked up when I was with Last House on the Block Society, so that's fulfilling work for my soul.

Life could be worse than what it is. My sponsor always says, if you have gratitude, it's hard to be unhappy.

March 6, 2025

 Yesterday, I decided that after I did my morning ritual that I would spend at least an hour writing, to get back into the habit of writing each day.

Yesterday, I wrote a post which served as my writing for the day. I have other projects in the works and I don't think I was subconsciously avoiding doing the work on those. This morning, I got back into those. I have a book of poetry entitled Layman's Guide to Screaming and my plan was to write volume two of that. I had about 6 entries for that, so I wanted to do a couple more at least. I managed to finish one poem that I had already started and looks like I may have completed another one.

Yesterday, I also wrote a report that I needed to have completed for a service commitment I have. I often comment that when I said I wanted to be a writer, paperwork wasn't what I had in mind. But, reports need to be written.

Another flimsy excuse.

 It's Tuesday, March 4, 2025. I was just at my author page on facebook and noticed that I haven't been there in 2 months. I could use the excuse that I've been busy with other things because it's true, I have been busy with other things. Recently, I became involved with my church. They have an outreach program called Blankets of Hope where a group of knitters get together once a month and knit squares for afghan blankets which when completed are donated to Margarets House downtown and the staff there try to find persons less fortunate than us to give them to. We used to be involved with a similar project (Santa Under The Bridge) but we shut that project down in January of this year. So, big coincidence that we would find this project to become involved with. It could be a coincidence, or as a friend of mine likes to say, a Godcidence. Because, as I say, coincidence is how God protects his anonymity.

I have also been involved with the midwinter roundup, an AA event that is held every February. I was co-chair of the committee planning the event and I also managed to get myself volunteering as the Al-anon speaker at the Welcome Meeting on Friday night, last Friday night to be precise. 

I know from experience that when you are the speaker at one of these things there are three stories you tell. The first is the one you tell yourself while you're sitting there waiting to speak. "I should tell them that story." Another one is the story you tell yourself after you sit back down...."Oh shit, I should have told them that one." And , the third one is the story you actually tell while you're up there.

So, I took some notes which I don't usually do. At first, I thought I'll just make a few bullet points to jog my memory. Of course, being long-winded I ended up with four pages of prose which did come in handy and which, with a bit of tweaking, will make a good piece to submit to The Forum, the Al-anon version of The Grapevine. I have had 6 or 7 pieces printed in Grapevine over the years, so who knows.