I honestly have no idea what I am going to write about in this particular blog. I just really want to talk, but have no actual topic in mind, yet. Usually, I get the urge to pick up a book and immerse myself in it. I went to the library today, I have four novels that look interesting, but I don’t feel like reading. I want to type. Onen spent most of the weekend watching and rewatching a Looney Tunes DVD. He has spent the last several days saying, “Isn’t it funny when Daffy Duck says,” and “Don’t you love it when…happens?”
We went to a “Not Going Back to School” picnic at the park today with other local homeschoolers. Onen followed the older boys around as they battled with swords from one end of the park to the other. Tia found the tallest slide in sight and insisted on climbing the ladder to it a hundred times. That girl has no fear of heights and precious little coordination. Hopefully she will soon be able to climb up to the slide without a spotter holding on to her the whole time. I spent some of our time there attempting to remember (or perhaps figure out) how to carry on a conversation with an adult who isn’t crazy passionate about my favorite topics.
I realized after writing my last post that I have the least to talk about with the people with whom I have the most in common. I can talk for hours on end with my mom. We get each other and both know exactly where the other one is coming from. But with other people, those with whom I have similar interests, beliefs, or passions, with them I just don’t quite know what to say. It is the similarities that trip me up. I don’t know what to say with other moms. I get all anxious that they will think that I am judging them or bragging if I talk about my choices or my kids. And I don’t think to ask questions. I know that a real conversation requires questions. But dialogs in books never start with insightful questions. And imaginary conversations in my head, they don’t include questions either. I can make comments or observations. I can relay information I find interesting or pertinent. I can respond to other peoples questions or statements, but find that I am completely clueless when it comes to asking questions.
Perhaps I should memorize a list of questions, conversation starters or continuation aids. Then I maybe I could… ah… this is too hard. Maybe I should just go read a book.