A humble request
Greetings, imaginary friends...
I call you imaginary because I talk to you a lot, and yet I can't see or hear any of you. I hear voices in my head too, but they are not my friends... You are.
Over the two-and-a-half years I've been writing here, I've brought you an odd mix of farm follies, bad jokes, scary predictions, crazy schemes, kooky projects, and pure, unadulterated silliness.
And a lot of fragmentary sentences. And a lot of sentences (and quite a few paragraphs) beginning with conjunctions. I know this is wrong, but I do it anyway, at least here on the blog. Here, I like to think of punctuation and paragraph breaks the way a composer uses rests within a piece of music, rather than by the actual rules of English grammar. I want to establish the right cadence in the reader's mind. And it's my blog, so I'm allowed.
And now I've totally lost the thread of this post. Where was I?
Right... So a fair bit of my writing here is about my family. They are what this is really all about. Okay, maybe not the bad jokes, but most everything else, is either directly or indirectly about my family.
In particular, our daughter Amelia is a rich source of material, from the joyful to the cheesy to the downright whiny:
So finally, after too many irrelevant and poorly constructed paragraphs, I arrive at my request...
Please visit this web site:
Feel free to follow along as we start what should be a very interesting journey.