Monogrammed Backpacks

While working on an RFP for a government contract this afternoon (and yes, that is as boring as it sounds), I inadvertently clicked on the bookmark for my old blog. And then I got slightly sidetracked reading. And then I became utterly motivated to blog again.

I know, many of you (or at least one or two of my 8 followers) are probably thinking that you refuse to believe what is likely to become another unfulfilled promise of consistent writing by Jeannie. Aunt Ginny--my inability to follow through at age ten on revitalizing the Stuyvesant family newspaper from your youth probably leaves you the most jaded. But--I implore you. Have (some) faith. Because I am set to start my new nonfiction writing class in a matter of days, I know that my writing juices will be flowing. So even if I don't have blog entries per se to upload, I should have some interesting writing to publish instead. I would publish my current writings right now, but I highly doubt any of you want to read my grants. Unfortunately, I think that goes for the foundations and county officials to whom I submit proposals as well. Sigh.

So, here I am. Again. With a new blog title. Why? Because I realized that my previous blog title was the equivalent of monogramming a child's backpack. Whenever I peruse the Pottery Barn Kids catalogs that are sent to our house with alarming frequency, I admire the children's backpacks. And then chide the imaginary parents, because come on! Why, oh why, would you put your child's name on their backpack? Obviously, the kidnappers lurking in bushes are awaiting just such an opportunity as knowing to call for "Aidan" or "Quinn" when trying to lure your child. Sheesh.

My previous blog title--that of my street address (what was I thinking?)--created a similar opportunity for all my lurking but adoring fans. Why should I have to surrender my coveted anonymity? So, my interim title "Bainbridge Musings" came about because 1). I live on Bainbridge. (But now you don't know where. HA!); 2). It is 4:30 pm on Friday and I have been writing aforementioned government contracts for the past 7 plus hours; and 3). I really should get downstairs because I hear my dear husband and children having a dance party to Paul Simon's Cecelia..and I really want to join 'em.

When I have the time, and the creativity, to think of a better permanent name, I will. Or maybe I will just keep changing things up to keep you on your toes.