Last night, as my husband and I were driving along the Eastern Shore in the dark, not passing car after car (if you’ve ever driven on the Eastern Shore in the dead of night, you would understand), my phone rang. I wondered who would be calling me at that hour (okay, it was only 9 P.M., but that is the dead of night for us). It was my other best friend, Joanie.
“Did you go out to dinner or something?” she asked.
“You’re kidding! Did you spend the weekend there?”
“No, we were coming back from Boston, and since it was dinner time when we were getting near to the turn-off for Rehoboth Beach, we thought we’d take a little detour.”
“You went to Boston? Did I know that?”
“Um…I think I might have told you. Maybe. Is everything alright? I mean, you usually don’t call me in the dead of night on a weekday.”
“Yes, everything’s fine, but I’ve been watching your blog, and you haven’t updated anything in a long time. And then I went to Emily’s blog [my daughter who writes My Pajama Days], and I saw that she hadn’t written anything in a long time either. So I got worried.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. We left last Thursday for Boston, and I didn’t have a way or time to post anything new. As for Emily, she went to San Antonio for her high school reunion. I feel bad I worried you.”
We talked awhile more and got caught up on each other’s news. When we hung up, I thought about how this blogging business has become more important than a little lark, a fun diversion, a way to practice my writing skills. It is a way of connecting to others, and those people who follow my blog closely do wonder what’s going on when I don’t post. I understand this, because when I keep going back again and again to your blogs and don’t see any new activity, I wonder if everything is okay with you. I worry about you, too.
When I started this endeavor, I never would have thought that I could become so absorbed in strangers’ lives, yet it happened quicker than I would have thought possible. I have dreams that one day we will have a blogging convention of our own. We will include everyone on our blogrolls, and they, in turn, will include everyone on theirs. We will figure out a program so that we will be productive during our convention, but we will make time just to sit and talk and talk, face to face. I don’t know how that would ever work because some of my blogging friends live in Australia, New Zealand, Wales, England, Shanghai, the Phillipines, Canada (okay, Canada isn’t too far away), and maybe other places I’ve forgotten about. Anyway, it’s a dream of mine, and you never know about dreams…
On another note, I returned to Mount Auburn Cemetery in Cambridge this weekend, armed with my trusty camera. I was prepared to finally take pictures of the beautiful fall foliage, since two weeks ago when I was there, the leaves still hadn’t changed. Guess what, I didn’t see much new. How is that possible this late in the season? Here are some comparison pictures, from two weeks ago and this past weekend.