Journals

The one thing that I worry about writing here every day is that I am using this for a daily journal instead of my regular journals. I have kept a journal for years and I love to be able to go to my library and see many years of writing there even though I rarely read them, in fact other than a few I have never reread them. I wouldn't doubt if Dad  has  not read his. But I find reading his quite entertaining and Mom loved reading mine. So I may have to share my writing time some how, in the mean time I am going to print off some of this writing and keep it also. Its not that its writing worth keeping its simply that it is at all. I wish I had more of my mothers writing. I wish she had written down the things that were so important to her. Family was, Her family side was so into lineage. It was very important who was who. Marriages and births, royal things like Uncle Nells was Duke Daulburg etc.I don't know it. I always thought Mom would be around and I would write it all down. Now it is lost. Her cooking, her famous cooking! All gone. She worked sixteen hour days for almost sixty years with complete absorbing passion  to learn how to cook. Everyday she was trying something new but at the same time she had perfected everything. Her Oriental food alone was to die for, her breads,stews,Curry's, ,wines, liquors ,cheeses, cakes, and pastry's, her sausages all from scratch.Most of it on a wood cook stove with water hauled from a creek!! Such an amazing woman. Gone. With only a handful of recipes that survive her.I do have a journal that she gave me, I have my Uncle Jesse.s journals and I have about thirty years of my fathers daily journals, I have about fifteen years of daily journals.In looking back at my own I see so much wasted time growing up, its a bit discouraging. I love to read journals and I wonder at some of my favorites like May Sarton. She seemed so together somehow at least when it came to her writing. Her love life was what it was and I think her writing came a good deal out of loneliness and pain. Who's doesn't. Even Dr Sheehans books on running, which are so exercise high inspired have pain in them.Oh speaking of that, my bike is down. Bummer. The back tire is flat and from the looks of things it'll  be about a week before I have a car to haul anything in.
I have been working every day here out side trying to get the place caught up. Made the shed into a bunk house and mowed most of the lawn. Cleaned the porch off and took down the Christmas lights. Cleaned out an big trunk full of old paint. Still have to sweep out the shop, finish mowing and go through my storage van. Plus a million other small projects.Its starting to look pretty good around here again. Its a little cold out side and the propane line was severed yesterday with the lawn mower so all the pilot lights are out in the house. I have to get those lit. Spooky job. I can't imagine any of this being interesting to read about, so I suppose I should quit. The trouble with me is there is not a lot of input and or stimuli at this point in my life so I have to look into the daily grind to find pulp! Dad and I were talking yesterday about the absence of women who have chosen to become hermits or solitary beings, like Buddha or old mountain men type hermits? As far as I know even nuns are with other nuns. Anyway its interesting. For now.................