Disagreement

Observing the interaction of sibling grandchildren arguing or in verbal disagreement proves how much nothing ever changes.  Since each one of my sons have a boy and girl no more than three years apart in age, opportunity is abundant to jog past memories of my three siblings.

Closest in age is my sister Brenda.  Two years and a couple of months older.  Although her memory, as my protector when we were very young, seems to have enhanced more than two fold over these past sixty plus years, mine has not.  In fact there is very little I remember about the numerous times she claims to have saved me from being "beaten up".

My recollection primarily involves the "disagreements" she and I had during the first ten years of my youth.  Refraining here from details, but more so to the end result, which more often than not ended with playful pushing and shoving.  As a skinny runt of a youth-until I blossomed in width a few years later-most disagreements would end after grasping her long blond hair and come very close to removing a small, skinny handful from her scalp.

Long ago these disagreements have ceased, replaced with love and compassion....perhaps one area remains for which I avoid at all costs-politic party affiliation!

And then there is Bonnie and Dennis.............................

Two was Enough!

Two was enough. From 2001 through 2006 each book was completed....and it was enough (along with writing for a couple of magazines). Two was enough. Although five years have swiftly flown by, no more writing, research or scanning the archives of my fading memory for a glimpse of thought to paper or computer. Yet with the scripting of blogs by siblings the pressure mounts to once again take keyboard in hand and transfer thoughts to fingers. Oh how I dread this!

With just this first simple paragraph, the struggle is tough. Sure there is What, When, Where and Who, but more often than not, it is keystroke, error, backspace, delete, change, insert and read what has been written that now, after the fact, makes no sense whatsoever.

OK my loved siblings--perhaps less than before--this is my first blog. You have inspired me to compete; however, I submit to you that as the last years of a long and joyful life are now much shorter, these blogs may end abruptly by self control or something far better!