I am wearing my dressing gown. I have had my must have cup of tea. The day will unwind in front of me and so I really should go and shower/get dressed in order to meet it and not look like a care in the community gal.
Yet I need to just take 5 minutes to ponder on whether or not I should try to join in with all this modern-ness and youthful-ness that is going on in the blogosphere. I have spent the last hour reading blogs and am becoming increasingly aware that I skim over or ignore a blog that could potentially be interesting to read, but I am put off if it looks too busy. If it has abbreviated posts and lists of what has been written/said on twitter and lots of badges and things that move and adverts and links to this that and the other.
If, just like choosing a book to read (remember those?), the cover either invites us in or waves us past, then some blogs are obviously not meant for the likes of me. I am aware that the fault lies with me....if I don't tweet or understand how to manoeuvre my way around technology then I should just stick with what I know and am comfortable with, but I am a bit afeared that I will become much more stick in the mud than I need to be and turn into an old crone pointing a craggy stick at young'uns and telling them to mind their manners.
In the same way that I once loved Disco and clubs, now, a dark room full of sweaty people, dancing to very loud music all the while being illuminated by flashing lights would see me run (well in fact lets face it I don't run either...) in the opposite direction, and it would seem that today some blogs are disco and some are 'lovely place'....y'know 'lovely place' don't you? that perfect bar/restaurant/tea room that has just the right sort of seating, lighting, food, customers and mood that makes you want to visit again and again.
Pause for pondering here............
It might be fear that makes me feel this way though, I am aware of that.
So I might start another blog.
Some new place. With bells and whistles and music and whatnot.
More disco than whist drive.
No 'hot pants' though......won't make that mistake again.