Why, blogger?

Okey-dokey. Here goes.

Watched the presidential debates this week. My vote was solidified. No big surprises there.

Not gonna say yet which way. We'll get to that. Some of you are already congratulating yourselves on the fact that you know which way I'm voting. Woohoo.

Here's the thing. I'm sitting with my wife this afternoon, these thoughts are racing through my head. All sorts of thoughts. Thoughts about politics. Thoughts about Spirit and Truth. Thoughts about the meaning of Life. Thoughts about the meaning of my life. This is pretty common. Happens to many of us everyday.

But lately I've felt this urgency. Maybe it's midlife. I'm not that old, am I?

Anyways, so I'm thinking and the thoughts threaten to spill out into words. And I gesture somehow and she (the lovely wife) says something like "What is it?"

Now, a thing about my wife: she generally likes to hear my thoughts. She's funny that way. We disagree about some things and sometimes she just plain doesn't understand me (more often, I don't think she understands but she's pretty sure she does and I'm not real sure which of us is right). So, it wasn't one of those, "what is it this time, let's get this over with" what is its. At least I'm pretty sure it wasn't. At the very least it was an "I'm concerned about whatever psychotic state you're in, so go ahead and let it out and maybe I can help." I like to think it was more of a "you're brilliant; share with me the fascinating wanderings of your genius." Whichever it was, she does a good job of letting me feel like she really wants to know what's on my mind. Which, if you've made it this far, you know that takes a lot of patience.

The main thing is this. Life is short. It's good, but it's short. I've always believed that we are here for a purpose. I have ideas about what my purpose is and . . . well . . . it's looking like I'm gonna get an incomplete. I've done that a time or two. But I've reached the age where I'd rather get a B than an incomplete. Really, more and more, I'd rather get a good strong "you're an idiot and your presence stultifies me" F than an incomplete.

I'm guessing it'll still be somewhat incomplete when I give up the ghost, but I'd at least like to say I finished a few of the assignments, handed in a representative sample of my writing, circled one or two of the multiple choice answers.

So that's what this is: homework. I've got some things I need to say. Don't we all. Blah blah blah. Oh well. I've got some things I need to say and I'm not really hearing anyone say them the way I think they oughta. Isn't that what blogging is all about?

Maybe I'll find out.