Back in the Day

 I started blogging in 2003. On AOL-Journals. I had read a book called Pammy.com or something like that, and was introduced to the on-line concept. The concept of having followers and being an influencer. I started Alphawoman's Blog and lamented that I was at the half way point in my life, that is if I live to be 100. My Mom and Dad were still alive. As A matter of fact, my Dad was in the hospital and Joe and I were thinking of getting married that week-end and postponed it. Why I remember obscure details like that 17 years later is odd. 

Do I have 17 more years left? I laid in bed last night, up at 305 am. How old would I be? 84? When I wake up at 7am because the alarm went off, I don't feel so hot. I ask myself what I ate. Oh yeah, I had four bourbon and cokes watching a marathon Cary Grant marathon on TCM. Missing Mom, because my love for TCM came from her. Watching them every night. Being introduced to such classic as "I remember Mama" "The Bishop's Wife"  "The Gold Diggers".

When I started AB it was easy. I was filled with stories triggered by my day to day shenanigans, my job, my many hours on the road driving from town to town, place to place, meeting an array of interesting people, having virtually no supervision, thinking all the time. Made for some good blogging. Then Face book came along in 2008 and the AOL-J's got axed. I have no idea where Ab is right now. I published o platforms, here and there. JAHG suvives, but I am no longer able to publish on it. Because I'm a Boomer, I can't figure it out. 

I have a huge inventory of analog journals, but this year have all but abandoned it. Just jot a note now and then. Life, as I knew it, is gone. This COVID 19 has changed the world and I have changed with it. 

I have a black market Xanax in my purse and I think I am going to swallow it. I have thought I have lost it several times. Last week I thought maybe I had given it to a grifter on 9th Street whoes sign read, attacked by midgets, need money for shin guards. 

I'm rambling. Debby told me I live an interesting life and never a dull moment. Maybe she is right. I have been told that I am oblivious to myself. Among other observations.