– Thunderstorm this morning. Line of storms passing through, nickel-size hail. Tornado warning sitting right above my home. Before moving to Central Texas, my eyes never stopped looking up at the South Texas skies. Tornadoes never made it our way. Hurricanes, yes. Supercells during a spring rain, no. I blame my Dad. As a chemistry teacher, he was an amateur-everything. Hurricane tracking from June to October was something he particularly indulged in. Then there was tracking stars, tracking ellipses, then fixing the VCR tracking on all those tapes he used when he began recording the world. Every 5-6 news hour, every primtime news event, he’s got it recorded like the scientist he was.
In writing this, I now see how he was an early social scientist who examined people-data authentically, purely, sans the drive for mass-consumerism we commonly see now.
I’m going to miss his generation.
– In this, my 2nd day of blogging, I can tell the habit hasn’t kicked in yet. Waiting for it to turn on. A sort of “click” where how I observe the world begins to make its way onto a mental list for blogging later. I know what it feels like because I’ve been there before. I haven’t figured out how I’ll handle it during the workday — but I have notebooks everywhere. Carry the phone everywhere. There will be a time, I’m not worried about it. But this.. this speaking freely. What a joy.
How different would the world be if everyone blogged and sought ,what it is that everyone really, really wants — contact with community.
Thanks for reading. 🙂
This is for the 2017 A to Z Challenge – a series of alphabetized themes throughout April, based on a theme.
My theme is my writing identity, self-discovery, learning to blog (again) — take your pick!
Visit the A to Z Challenge website to learn more. I don’t think it’s ever too late.