I am staring at a blank screen, well sort of blank, wondering how you start a blog. I don't have anything to gripe about, except maybe my foot hurts, and that doesn't seem interesting to anybody but my doctor and me. And my husband has been fighting cancer for nearly 9 years, but he is handling it so well and loves me so much, I feel ungrateful for complaining about that. My children live too far away, but thanks to email and telephone their busy lives still allow time to communicate with me. The house--too big for the two of us--is paid for and we are ready to sell it and move in to town where social and medical lives would be more convenient. I have thrown away most of the food I amassed after 9/11, so even with this horribly long campaigning I must have found more faith in our political system. I have quit my job because I was tired of it and felt like my 65th birthday was possibly a signal that I should do something new, or nothing. So guess what! I'm going to write. I've always known I could and have had a bit of success at it.

So if anybody responds to this, we can exchange ideas.