I don’t know what I’m doing, but that’s okay.

I am not a writer, but I’ve had the idea of starting this blog for a while. For weeks I tried to come up with a clever name for it, something whimsical and creative. Forget it. Apparently, I’m not so creative with words because every time I had an idea I loved, someone else had already thought of it. There are a lot of creative people out there!

Today, August¬†31,¬†it has been eleven years since my father’s death. Although I’m totally in to date synchronicity, I actually thought today was August 30 so that there happened to be some date synchronicity was accidental.

My dad, not an easy or frequent laugher, had a sense of humor I wound up finding delightful. As a kid, I didn’t get it. As an adult, I found myself saying, “Oh, wait a minute! What he just said was funny!” Perhaps this made me look slow minded, my delayed laughter, but ‘better late than never’! One of the things he did that I liked the most was that when he was signing emails, he would give himself self-deprecating nicknames related to the content of his messages. Now I do the same when inspired.

Love,
Clueless Blogger oh gosh I can’t call myself a blogger because I don’t know what I’m doing. Guess I just have to sign it

The Clueless but Inspired Daughter of a Clock Collector

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