Some rather random blog thoughts and a bit of Grandson

These are the igloos that the cats sleep in at night, when we meanly shut them in the kitchen. During the day they prefer to lounge on a living room sofa. The other day, I was impressed to note that they'd abandoned the sofa and were presumably outside, getting fresh air and exercise on a lovely autumn day. Then I peered into their igloos and noticed that they'd returned to bed.

One has days like that, when one would prefer to curl into a ball and retreat.

However, it's just as well that it's not an option for most of us. Things to do, places to go, people to see.

Don't you wonder, sometimes, why people whom you've got to "know" quite well, suddenly - or gradually - stop blogging? I can only think of one person who actually announced that she was stopping - and did. Which was fair enough, though slightly frustrating. Otherwise people tend to drift away. Not many, actually, of the bloggers whom I read have done this. But a few. For example, one of the first blogs I read, called "Yo Heave Ho", dribbled away and ceased. Granted, its writer, Zara, had just had a second baby. (I can never understand how people with small children have time to blog.) But I would still like to know that she's ok. And she was a very entertaining writer as well as an engaging person.

Still, it's a funny thing to do, sending thoughts out into the ether; and every now and then I'm seized by the what-am-I-doing-this-for? feeling. When I started, over 5 years ago, I didn't imagine that anyone I knew would read it, but of course all my family do now and some of my friends. Which makes it a slightly different creature. And I suppose that even if we fancy ourselves to be anonymous, we all present only an edited picture of ourselves and our lives. Though some people, such as Fran of "Being Me", don't really even do that. She refers only obliquely to her husband and children and never posts pictures of her pets, cushions, garden or whatever. She's really funny instead.

Such a variety of blogs.

I'm glad to say that in those 5 years, none of my bloggy friends has died. But several have been widowed. And I'm occasionally sidetracked on to blogs of people with terrible illnesses who have since died. And yet their blogs hang on in cyberspace... As presumably will ours...

Anyway, I seem to be in a rambling frame of mind. To return to normal life: Grandson came visting today, fully restored to his sunny self. So delicious! Daughter 1 and I took him out for a walk. I love to see his face turning from side to side, his eyes swivelling as he takes in everything that's visible from his supine position: leaves, sky, gates, people. He has such an interested look on his face. What a pity that we can't ask him what he's thinking about.