A Summer Place II

I was reading something the other day on why people blog and began to consider not so much why I began to blog but why I'm still doing this. I posted my 100th entry yesterday and I never really thought it would continue this long. This summer will be two years since I started.

I think the reasons I still do this are quite simple but they work for me. My hopes for this blog are that it will move you in some way, amuse those of you whose sense of humor is as warped as mine and in some cases provoke thought and reflection. The post about my grandmother's house, "A Summer Place" prompted more comments than I usually get on here, 4 to be precise plus one more that came to me directly by e-mail. I really like that it prompted some reflection (catch the "Rear View Mirror" reference?).

I was privileged a couple of years ago to visit a high school classmate's old family place and here is the comment that came from that person:

"I relate to those kinds of old memories - pine trees and birds twittering at dawn do it for me.
Before, when I was working in Toronto and Kingston and only got down on weekends, I would arrive late on Friday night and spend a few minutes in the yard just breathing in the air.  Then I would open the windows in the bedroom so in the morning, just before dawn, I could awaken to the sound of the birds.
Interesting that you mention fans.  We never had fans at the farm house until 1997.  How we got along without them I don't know.  Now I have installed two ceiling fans and portable a fan for every room!  And just hope the fuses don't blow!"

Objects in the mirror really are closer than they appear!