It’s Wednesday morning and I’m filling up with coffee to be awake enough to drive three and a half hours home. The last three days were great. We reconnected with old friends and spent time with both sides of our family. We had good food and lots of wine and enjoyed great conversation.
Of course, as a blogger, I’m always on the lookout for good material. In fact, sometimes family members will preface a story with a reminder that the following anecdote is “off the record” when I’m speaking with them, as if I’m a reporter.
I wish I were a reporter. Reporters report the truth, no matter what. They can ruin lives and reputations for the sake of a story. But bloggers are different. Bloggers keep a log and although telling the truth is important, ruining reputations for the sake of my log that simply entertains and informs others, doesn’t seem fair.
Which leads me to my dilemma. About a quarter of a way through our Christmas Eve dinner, it happened. My Christmas miracle. My fucked up family Christmas bloggable moment.
Hmm….to blog or not to blog? That is the question. The subjects of my blog do not have computers and are in no way internet savvy. Chances are they’d never even know about this post. But in order to make all of you laugh, I’d have to disrespect some semi-retired folks on fixed incomes.
Which sucks because it sure was funny. Funny in that screwed up, “this is what happens when folks that would never choose to be friends but connect due to being relatives and are forced to spend an evening together” kind of way.
It really is funny.
Too bad I can’t share it.
But I’d love to hear your Christmas bloggable moments so share them if you can.