When there's nothing to write

Ever since Facebook came along, I've seen a lot of people stop blogging.  When I go a week or more without doing a blog entry, I wonder if I'm about to become one of those "former bloggers" on Facebook, but I forge ahead, mainly for my own benefit.  It's so handy to have a place to be able to find out when a certain thing happened; I do that often with the search feature of this blog.  For instance, when did Cliff have open heart surgery?  Several entries appear after a search, and almost any of them answer my question.  THIS ONE, from 2009, tells me it was three years before that was written (2006) when he had that surgery.  

So, the few readers I have left out there are subjected to a lot of mundane things.  There are still quite a few people who read my blog when I post a new entry on Facebook, and they comment there.  But the comments right here ON the blog are few and far between.  This bothers me not at all, by the way.  Oh, I used to count the comments in amazement, wondering how all those people found me.  These days, if nobody reads my drivel but Cliff and me, it's fine.  

I've just typed out two paragraphs and said nothing!  

There's my puppy, of course.  He's housebroke, and I don't cage him when we go someplace or at night.  There's a slight problem of his dribbling pee from excitement when we return home, but I've figured out that if I open the door and stay on the porch, he comes running to me and does his dribbling there.  It's a puppy thing, so he'll outgrow it eventually.  He will sit, stay, and come.  He will walk on a loose leash at my left side.  Oh yes, he will do these things... when we're in a vacuum.  IF there are no rabbits or cats or passing cars or horses running, he's a very smart puppy.  AND if there are no interesting smells in the grass to distract him.  Oh, by the way, he's being neutered Wednesday.  

Cliff only has to go have radiation two more times.  He'll be so happy to have that behind him.  There will be tests later along the way to make sure the radiation plus hormones have done and are doing their job, and I will try to post about that.  The daily grind of having to get in the car and drive so far has been unpleasant for him, since he isn't a big fan of travel and driving anyhow.  That's why I told him we'd skip going to church on Sundays so he wouldn't have to get up and go somewhere on that day, at least.  

And here I broach the subject of Cliff and church:  He didn't grow up going to church, and he'd rather not go.  After he retired, I mentioned that it shouldn't be a big deal for him to go to church with me, and he's done that for the past few years... but only for my benefit.  Oh, he likes the people, and he likes the fact that services don't take long (ha).  But that's about it.  I, on the other hand, grew up going to church three times a week.  And while that's a little much for me these days, I feel better going to church on Sundays.  My favorite part of church is the hymn-singing, and they sing a lot of the old hymns at the church we've been attending.  BUT...

Now that Cliff's daily drives to the city are about done, I'm not so sure I should go back to "making" him go to church just for me.  Perhaps I can handle "not going" more peacefully than he can handle having to go and take me.  At this stage of life, should anybody be forced to go to somewhere when he doesn't want to?  After all, I do have those Church-of-Christ CDs of the old hymns, sung acapella, and I can sing along with those here at home.  I can always pick up the guitar and sing my favorites, too.  

It's a conundrum.  

Have a great Sunday, won't you?  Maybe some of you will be singing one of my favorites today. perhaps "Blessed Assurance", or one of the other Fanny Crosby gems.  

Peace.