BY PAMELA JO BOWMAN, MESA, USA — “Movin up to the east side.” Now that I have been to the East Side of New York, I know what the heck George Jefferson was talking about! I am not really moving to the East Side or anywhere else for that matter. I am, however, moving to my own personal blog. I do feel like I am moving into my first home and I am bringing with me some familiar items to make it seem familiar and comfortable. I tease Cyndi that she is tired of censoring my writing and so she has arranged for my own blog. In all truthfulness, I am grateful for the freedom to write without connecting it to Africa, film or MCC. Sometimes I had to be a tad creative in finding a connection to an idea I was having or a thought I was developing.
Now apparently this page is just devoted to whatever I choose to write about in the moment. (Right now, I’m recalling visiting the Apple Store on the Upper East Side of Manhattan.)
Hmmmm. This could be dangerous. I certainly could have some fun with this. So for starters, welcome. Welcome to any readers and fellow thinkers and ponderers. Feel free to respond or not. Feel free to agree … or not. Just feel free.
For those of you who do not know me, don’t worry about it, I barely know myself. I do know I am a woman. No doubt about that. I am old enough not to be so moody anymore. My husband and children appreciate that! I love to think, but I often forget what I am supposed to do or where I am supposed to be. And as you might already have noticed, I am a lousy speller, but I comfort myself in knowing I am in good company.
I imagine I will be spewing often as the mood swings, Oh yeah, I forgot, I don’t have those anymore. I’ll be blogging as often as the muse sings. Is that better? So I imagine I will be all moved in by the end of the week. Please excuse the mess as I rearrange the “furniture” until I feel comfortable. After all, I am a woman and I do like to decorate as long as I can do so with minimal cost.
Yes, the first (maybe the second) clue that I am not a typical female. I am a woman who hates to shop and hates spending money! What a find. What a treasure. What a tight wad! I am getting over that as I discover that I am just as valuable and my wants and desires just as important as anyone and everyone elses. Amazing!
Maybe I am moving up after all!