The log that blogs – starting a blog
Ah, blogging… kind of like blahing whilst sitting on a log… blogging.
So I can do this, I know I can do this… right, where’s the log…
Actually we have one greeting visitors, its called ‘the groin’. Its a rather rude log that I found when a massive willow tree fell and the logging people cut it up. And there is was, like a petrified pair of shorts, very groinious, so much so I held it up and declared ‘groin’ and everyone fell about instantly for it was trully a wooden groin.
So maybe that’s my first blog, a blah about a log.
And why is it there to greet visitors? Well, why not be met by a log, or a blog for that matter? And does a log not speak silently something? This one does. How do I know? Because I answer the door and people are smiling, sometimes giggling because the log communicated something to them in its wonderful natural non-verbal manner.
The log tickles them, it is surreal, a surreal greeting, like a doorman with nothing but a groin to greet them, a torso-less torso. Oh yes, but I am the naughty autie.
So, logs, blogs and blogger logs, welcome to my very first humble little on-line silliness.
Expect the unexpected.
the naughty autie.
I had a log like that, once. It was really a root, admittedly. But it looked like a mermaid. Well, it did to me…just not to anyone else. But it sat outside our door anyway. Welcome to the wonderful world of (b)logging.
Hi Donna,
I wrote you a “blog” earlier today from the high school (Klein ISD–a suburb of Houston, Texas) I was subbing for, a comment under the Adventures in Japan piece, but I don’t see it. Does it take a day or so to get on line, or did the school veto my sending a blog on their computer system? I’m at home now, so am going to see if this one comes up before I repeat my rave reviews of your funny, wise writings.
I am a certified (and probably certifiable) Special Ed teacher and am privaledged to work with a number of “auties” and “aspies”. They are truly beautiful kids and you have given me a glimpse of the possibilities they can aspire to in adulthood. You are a wonderful writer and a gift to us all. Thank you for telling us your stories.
Deb Miller
Well ,you got me giggling Donna and I haven’t even seen the log!
You really are a funny lady.
Is there nothing you can’t do?
Can you change a tyre?(I can’t btw)
Looking forward to your next bit of “on-line silliness”
Blog on, baby!
the groin is still in my garden greeting guests.
used to be by the front door
really left people a bit speechless
open the door and they’d be all disarmed
funny that a log can do that
but you should have seen when it started growing orange fungi!
hilarious
only on the groin part too.
can I change a tyre?
my father had a used car sales yard
he taught me, RDI style to wash car windows
and at around 17 or so he’d get me to use the tyre thingy to undo wheels
and the jack
my sequencing is shot
so, yes, lots of catastrophe and all parts of the action in the wrong order
but he was very determined I’d not get harmed by strangers if I got a flat tyre
strongly believed in empowering me
taught me to box, too, when I was being bullied upon going to high school/s
unfortunately I became such a good fighter, kids then would rile me into fighting back
and circle me like I was a performance fighter
I hated it, was so scared, but yes, I generally came off best.
mania and boxing skills mixed with adrenaline addiction is a bad/good combo
depending on context.
I hate it was a world that made me fight.
when I was 17 I lost it at a woman who was slamming her 4 year old against a phone box.
needless to say my rage at the woman and showing her what it felt like
traumatised her child more than the mother’s own abuse.
I realised right after that that I should never be violent, unless saving a life.
there are no excuses.
Passion takes many forms
I prefer the artistic.