And So It Begins......

Ok, I'm starting this. Ken Thompson and Marianne Boruch--you've encouraged me to write. Maybe it's even almost verged on (dare I say it?) nagging. I feel like I've walked into an empty house and I have all this bare space to arrange and rearrange my furniture words. Will anyone even want to come to my house? How will they know where I live....how to find this Blog House of Words?

I love Ritz crackers. That was one of the staples at home when I was growing up. And saltines and cottage cheese. And cheese to put on any of those crackers. I'm not OCD but always just ate Ritz crackers with the top side up. You know the top side.....a little darker, more topographic than the bottom side, and there's a dusting of salt.  So, one time recently I went a little rogue (gasp!) and ate it upside down!  The salted side went face first, smack flat down on my tongue. WOW!  It was different. It tasted slightly different!

So, it's all about perception. The same thing but different. I love to sit on my back porch. So much to listen to. And when I close my eyes I hear sooo much more. I can isolate the sounds. Hear the difference in the birds' voices, locate creaking tree branches, hear kids playing a street over, listen for the dogs and be able to tell they're getting closer to me because the clicking of their toenails grows almost imperceptibly louder.  

And so this begins. Perception. Words. Upside down crackers.