"Ty Danny, Ty." That's Xander-speak for "Try Granny Try."
And try I will.
For a week or so I've been feeling like I want to write a final blog. Yes final.
Now, I'm not so brazen as some (JesseMac, you know who you are) who will just delete the blog and cut you off cold turkey. No, I will say goodbye. And possibly I may come back on occasion and ramble on for old time's sake. But for now I am really feeling like I need to release myself from it.
I know that I've been sporadic in the past year or so. But that doesn't mean I don't think about the blog often. And feel guilty. It would be fine if no one was still hanging around, but I know that I can go more than 30 days without writing and I'm still getting an average of 20-30 viewers a day. (And yes, for the most part I know who the viewers are and I appreciate your dedication and commitment)
I made a comment to someone the other day that I was "currently cocooning." And the more I think about it, the more I love the term. Creatively and expressively I am still learning and evolving but I feel like I'm going through a quiet time - not that nothing is happening. Au contraire. I feel great changes are occurring within. And one day I will fly.
In the meantime, it is my intention to keep a digital developmental record of my most amazing and lovable grandson X and his unborn sibling Baby Y. While I wish I had started it back when X was born, I didn't. So I will just have to live with what I have.
If you wish to take a peek at my Baby X & Y site, feel free. I call it Try Granny Try.
Thank you for your past bloggerdom support - I truly do appreciate it.
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