Here We Go

I was never a diary keeper as a child or adult. Never much of a letter writer, but I can talk your ear off if you let me. However, I now find that there are aspects of my life and things that happen that are hard to verbalize and I have come to think maybe blogging will be good for my soul. A way to slog through the pain of my daughters drug/alcohol addiction and hopefully recovery, missing 2 of my grandchildren and the assorted other irritations that occur on a daily basis.

I'm 55, have two children, 3 grandchildren (all boys), a job that is less than exciting and really a very dull, unexciting life. Having said that though, there is plenty of drama. I always thought I'd get married, stay home, raise 2 kids and basically just enjoy life. It's so true that life is what happens when you're making plans.

On that I will end my first post knowing that this is only the beginning...