I'm a blogger?!?!?

Well, I have been kicking this blogging idea around for a while . . .  I don't exactly know what I'll blog about, but apparently, I'm not going to let that stop me . . . 

It's 2:52 p.m., and my 20-year-old daughter, Eden, just made us each a cuppa tea and is baking scones . . .  She's now digging through my basket of fave DVDs for something for us to watch together for a few hours.  It doesn't really matter to me what she chooses . . .  I'm kind of ambivalent about life lately . . .   Well, not really "lately" -- I can date my ambivalence to February 14, 2010 -- the date of my mum's sudden death.  She had been living with my family, and she just didn't wake up that morning.  And although I'm not sobbing every minute of the day at this point, I still strongly feel the effects of that loss.  I don't make lists any more.  I used to love to make lists.  Lists were a highlight in my life.  I don't follow through on anything any more.  I mean, I "finish" things, but not well, usually.  So, consequently, I try not to start things that are not absolutely necessary to every day life (you know, like knitting projects or books), so that finishing them won't be an issue.

I'm not looking for sympathy here . . .  And I'm not really looking for advice, because I already know what I need to do.  After all, I have six children -- four of whom who are under 18.  I don't really share much of this with my husband, although he'd be happy to listen.  He's just also happy to try to "fix" the situation.  And I know that he feels the effects of my loss, as well. 

I'd covet the prayers of anyone who chooses to read this.  And I promise that not all of my posts will be so . . . well, like this one.