Arla Can Blog, But Why?

It is difficult to keep writing the same mundane trivia each day and make something meaningful out of it. I guess the trick is not to make it anything meaningful so I am doing a good job of blogging. As my friend, Mary, says, "Why would someone write down everything they do everyday?" Of course she answered that by reading everything in the blog and then asked, "Why would anyone read it?"

So I write for no reason except to generate comments. So far I have had very few comments. I do know someone reads this however because I get reminders that I haven't written much lately. Today I am 64 and it sounds very old but I feel very young most of the time. I did not feel young on Friday when Lucas, Anna Marie and I went to the Big Horn Sports Show. Lucas hopped on an All Terrain Vehicle, grabbed the handlebars and made engine sounds. Then he refused to touch the 10 foot high stuffed bear, went on to fish for trout in a tank, and next watched dock dogs jump in a pool after a bait. Running from one end of the fairgrounds to the other made me exhausted after 90 minutes but Lucas and his mom were good for an hour longer.

Lucas is nearly 30 months old now and looks like some three year olds. Grandma thinks it's time for him to be potty trained. At his daycare he follows a toilet training regime that includes rewards of gummy bears and stickers. At his house and my house each bathroom has a potty chair. That's about as far as the training has gone. I can't remember the exact protocol for training so I survey every friend and acquaintance I meet regarding the best method for training. I then report these facts to the parents on a regular basis. Brett keeps asking why I continue to give them training methods I've accumulated in this fashion when they have already told me they weren't going to begin his toilet training until he's three. They think the laid-back method that just unfolds due to age will be the best. I know this but I can't help bringing up the subject on a regular basis during each visit. I ran into Cyd's friend, Shari at Costco last week and she was able to potty train her two boys in 2 and a half hours just using this special book which she offered to loan me as it is now out of print. It is going to be very difficult for me to give up this surveying and initiating conversation regarding this topic. There might be lots more of this subject on the blog spot.

My mom and I drove to Moscow yesterday to take Kristen (Aileen's daughter) and her sister to their sorority after Spring Vacation. The Wheatland Express bus followed up down there but I know it was fun for us to ride with these young ladies. The fields are green, the small towns are empty and the traffic is sparse. We went through Garfield and Oakesdale and saw no people at all. My mom liked the birds, the clouds and the green. We talked a lot but mostly we had the same conversation 12 times. I think she was getting tired after 4 hours in the car but generally she loves riding places. I'm betting that she doesn't look at her calendar today to remember she had a baby so many years ago. We went to a school play at Ferris High School on Saturday and she asked me if I went to school there.

Today Barbara Bowling phoned as her birthday is March 20th so she never forgets mine and I always remember hers and especially I remember how much I envied the fact that she was older than I. No more, now I gloat about that whenever I have the chance. I really appreciate the people who remember this day as I find it more difficult to remember anything.

I'm going to a Habitat for Humanity meeting later today. I've worked on the Blitz build for several years but this new committee I'm joining interviews and selects families eligible for a new home. It only meets a few times a year so I should like that. I also met with a Services for the Blind counselor today to express my interest in doing contract work with blind individuals from time to time. It wouldn't be anything steady which is certainly a good thing but when they need extra help it could be something meaningful for me to do occasionally.