take a leap

In keeping with ancient Leap Year traditions, I am reviving my weblog.

Oh, you thought the Feb. 29 tradition was for single women to propose to their intended? Not in this corner of the world.

Here the way to celebrate a bonus day, sunny and cool, is to do those things I somehow never get around to:

• Wash the car.
• Go to a cool lunch place and read a book.
• Try a new beer.
• Paint my fingernails – a garish red.
• Make food for the week.
• Watch Atlanta United win their season opener.
• Write a blog post.

I used to write a lot of blog posts. Somewhere along the way I stopped, and I’m not sure why. Maybe my life seemed less newsworthy. Or I didn’t want to share the news that was happening. The news was good! It just seemed pointless to put it up on a website.

Then I realized, I put those posts up for me. Keeping a weblog was a way of celebrating little things, even when they were very little. It helped me reflect and remember.

This is not an influencer blog. It’s not a political blog. It’s not a cooking blog.

It’s the flotsam and jetsam of my times at home and away, recorded here to fight my faulty memory and to practice my writing.

I plan to post more than once every four years.