My grandma used to have an old wooden milk crate full of wooden blocks. Big blocks and small blocks, pictures and letters and stuff carved and painted on every side. When we got to her house, we pretty much went straight for the basement and lugged them up to the living room. We stacked them up and knocked them down all day while the grownups talked about boring stuff.
We know blogging has something to do with writing. But today, as I’m juggling rss feeds, templates, icons and new comments links, it feels a lot like stacking them up and knocking them down.
happy birthday lady! …and thanks for the first comment in the new comments regime!
No wonder you were first to the wagon full of blocks at my show last year!