Blogs Are Stupid

Doesn't anyone believe in Dear Diary anymore? What happened to the joy of putting actual pen to paper? And why does every ordinary Jane and John think they can write well enough to burden the world with their scribblings? It’s a mystery that badly needs solving. My first entry contains my thoughts about blogging and will set your expectations. The rest will probably be stream of consciousness garbage, much like you’ll find on any other blog. Perhaps we will both come away enlightened.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Not Enough

Yesterday, my Mom, who has rarely ventured into the blogosphere, met one of my favorite bloggers. Not only is she one of my favorite bloggers, she is a real writer. I don't mean that she's a blogger who writes, like me. I mean, she's a writer who blogs.

She has an actual book published and everything, which of course, makes me absolutely chartreuse with envy.

As it happens, Jess was having a book signing in the town where I grew up and where my parents, as well as my heart and soul, still reside.

Coincidentally, the bookstore where the signing was taking place, was once owned by people we knew very well. I thought they still owned it, but I have since learned that it has changed hands. It's not one of those industrially sleek and carefully decorated chains that although undeniably well stocked, lack warmth and character.

No, this little store is full of funky little angles, dead ends, and sloping floors that creak pleasantly when one trods upon them. It smells like bookstores should smell. Not of frothy coffee confections, but of musty pages, full of mystery and promise.

I spent many, many afternoons there as a young girl. They carried the best selection of stickers, which were quite the rage when I was 11. Rainbow stickers, glittery stickers, stickers with lips, hearts, unicorns. They also carried all my favorite authors; Betty Smith, Laura Ingalls Wilder, Madeline L'Engle, and Judy Blume.

There used to be, in a far, dim corner near the back door near, where the academic tomes were housed, a big overstuffed chair; old and careworn, but still comfy. I would sink into that big chair and sit for an hour or so, looking at my bright, shiny new stickers and delving into worlds unknown. Sometimes those worlds were fictitious and fantastic, but sometimes I would take with me a pile of books about all the real places I had ever, in my short, rather myopic life, dreamed of going.

Ahhhhhh. One of my better childhood memories, even though the children of the family that owned the store were spoiled and snobby and looked at my sisters and me as one looks at piles of dog poo upon the ground. Sometimes they would come in while I was there, loud, obtrusive and wrong in the dusty silence of the store. Then, I was forced to sneak away lest I be discovered and have to face their scorn and derision.

But I woolgather digress.

I had hoped to maybe meet up with Jess on our trip home next week, but our schedules just don't jive, unfortunately. So I called my Mom and asked her to go down there and score an autographed copy of Jess's book "Driving Sideways".

My Mom knows all about the internet, of course. She's savvy and smart, and not one to let any opportunity to simplify life pass her by. Because she's disabled, the internet is a boon for her. For many of us, it is only a convenience and a crutch, but for my Mom, it can be a real life saver.

She's never really gotten into the social aspect of the internet, but I think she understands it well enough.

In the '70's, there was CB radio and my parents were big into that. I can still recall their respective "handles". My Mom was "Honeysuckle Flame" because she has red hair, and because we once lived on a street called "Honeysuckle Lane". My Dad was called "Useless Duck" because he was an airplane mechanic in the army.

They talked to people all over the United States on the CB and even held dances and get togethers to meet. Not unlike the internet at all, this harbinger of world wide connectedness.

So I don't think she found my request all that strange, and I didn't have to explain overmuch how I "know" Jess. She went down there and purchased two copies, one for me, and one for herself.

She was really quite tickled by the experience. And I, quite frankly, was envious and sad. We could have gone down there together. Those are the kinds of simple silly little things that I miss everyday. A trip to the bookstore with my mother. A walk to the park with my sister and her kids. A family meal. A sleepover with all the grandkids.

I'll be home next week. And for just a little while, those things will be mine. But it will be too short, too fleeting, and too long in coming. I get to go home once a year.

And it's just not enough.

9 Comments:

  • At 1:29 PM, Blogger Tracey said…

    :( I'm sorry... It's not enough, but if it's all you have, you have to grasp it all the more tightly.

     
  • At 4:13 PM, Blogger All Things BD said…

    I decided to go back to California this summer for vacation with my girls. Even with almost 5 weeks of time to visit, I STILL feel like it's not enough.

     
  • At 7:08 PM, Blogger margalit said…

    I loved Jess's book. I thought it was brilliant in describing the bizarreness of a cross country trip.

     
  • At 7:20 PM, Blogger emma said…

    Sounds like my kind of bookstore. And rainbow stickers! Boy does that bring me back! I think I still have my collection somewhere. They were just too awsome to toss.

     
  • At 7:40 PM, Blogger Kathryn in NZ said…

    Have a WONDERFUL time with your family. I couldn't do what I do without my mum, and lucky me, she is only a 5 min drive away. Thinking of you, and thanks for helping me appreciate my mum more (and I tell her so, often).

    I have two girls, and I worry about the whole self esteem thing every day. We still have lots of fun curling their hair and sewing the prettiest leotards for gym comps though :)

     
  • At 7:53 PM, Blogger the only daughter said…

    My mom have precious little in common, except of course the devotion we share for my son & daughter & niece & nephew.

    Enjoy your time with your family. :)

     
  • At 8:13 PM, Blogger Jozet at Halushki said…

    I adore Jess and her book!

    And I absolutely agree...although I dig my job at the big, shiny, bookstore on the hill, it could very much use some more dark corners, secret sanctuaries, and overstuffed chairs. We have a few overstuffed chairs, but could use about 30 more.

     
  • At 3:08 AM, Blogger Polgara said…

    My brother had a cb radio and used to let me sit in wuth him and his friends when he babysat me, they even gave me my own "handle" of Ragdoll since i was only about 8 lol and on rare occasions i was dragged to meetings if they fell on a night he had to look after me, your post brought back some great memories for me.
    Pol x

     
  • At 12:54 PM, Blogger Amy Y said…

    It's not enough :(
    I know, too.

     

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