My Daemon is a Blog

October 10th, 2007

I just finished the second book in the His Dark Materials Trilogy by Phillip Pullman. “The Subtle Knife” a highly entertaining and interesting story. I am insisting the my two oldest boys read the first book before we see the movie this Fall.

After reading the first two books, I came to realize that my “daemon” is this blog. I can tell…because of the searing knife-like pain I feel whenever I get too far away from my blog. If I go too long without seeing my blog, or messing with my blog, or adjusting my blog, I feel like I am going to die. It is also clear that I am not a grown up as my blog keeps changing forms, shapes and colors. I don’t know when it is ever going to decide what kind of creature it is.

When I must be away from my blog, to do ridiculous chores like care for my children, go to the bathroom, or water the new grass, I nurse the ragged wound – by thinking about my blog. And whenever I have to do a task that involves other people, like attending a committee meeting or getting coffee with girlfriends or helping out in my son’s classroom, I just talk about my blog…non-stop to whomever I am with. Blah blah blah my blog. My blog blah blah blah. Blah blah blah my blog my blog my blog blah blah. I can see their eyes glaze over as I talk about my blog. I can tell they slowly lapsing into a catatonic state as I go on and on and on about my blog. But I don’t care. My blog is all that matters.

I went to see April on Sunday. We left the kids with Clay, and headed to downtown Lawrence. As we ordered some appetizers from a new restaraunt that I think was called the Trying Too Hard Trattoria, all I wanted to do was talk about my blog. April could also talk about her blog if she wanted, but mostly I wanted to talk about my blog. But April didn’t want to talk about her blog…or my blog…or anyone else’s blog. She was clearly irritated with me. She was clearly sick and tired of the whole blogging thing. She was clearly thinking that I have lost my mind and need to start doing something sane like homeschooling my kids or raising a flock of chickens.

So it was with great relief and rejoicing when I finally got home that evening and could rush downstairs to my dismal office and sit for a few hours cuddling my daemon blog. We were together again. Reunited and very happy to be with each other again.