I don’t know if I remember how to do all this! Blogging, Work for me Wednesday, Think of a Something Thursday …

Funny how I’ve been blogging in my head a lot recently. What is this blog? Why is it here?

I didn’t grow up in sublurbia; it was a small town of it’s own that became sublurbia-like, as much as it could. Suburb in the older sense of the term, an outgrowth of a central town, not these mushroom-field boxes of ticky tack.

And yet, here I am in my own little mushroom, finishing up another month of … sublurbian living. I work in the town I live in, finally (I’m still a writer, but from home). And I see my neighbors for long stretches of time as we play with the kids on the street. It’s not all bad, but, some of the plastic sameness still bugs me.

But I can be … domesticated and not plastic. I’m still greenie-eco-gal, but not nearly as much as I want to be. I’m trying to strike a balance between the consumerism that surrounds us, drowns us, and being green — not to be seen but because it’s the sensible sustainable thing to do.

So I’m getting back in my stride. Let’s see what I remember about all this interwebby stuff.

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