I've just used up two brand new ink cartridges. They only printed 43 pages of blog in black and 14 in colour and they are both now empty. I am not impressed. £18. It's worth it, but not good value, I will look into sourcing cheaper cartridges from somewhere.
As I've mentioned before I print out each post I make and keep them in a file, a keepsake, a 21st century journal of my adventures in blogland. It represents my personal journey, one of self discovery and understanding. I've heard it called virtual therapy. I get that.
Stimulated by the lives and thought provoking prose and images of other bloggers. These others are the strangers we meet online, who become friends, confidants, supporters and teachers.
Unlike keeping a diary or journal in the traditional way, a weblog - blog can become a fiercely defended and protected responsibility. These mentors which are the sisters and brothers of whom I now read and listen and learn from, on so many different levels!
' My cup runneth over' but due to the geographical and demographical differences, we are not always in sync, not always 'available' to each other when we are 'in need' to rant, to vent, to talk, to laugh or to scream at someone, anyone.
I have blogged on my hobbies for some years, but during this last year opening my world up to a personal adventure which has been interestingly wonderful and has been creatively surprising. I have received a level of friendship and fulfillment that I could never have guessed I would find.
Printing out the posts I make is not for vanity - though there must be an element of this in there somewhere I admit, but the dominating factor is to keep it as a mark of a period of remarkable friendship and generosity as I pass through this wonderful time which is to me a kind of watershed. It also may be of interest and perhaps even help some in understanding for my daughter and even son, to be able to reflect upon their Mum and have some insight into the world from my perspective. One they quite rightly have little understanding of right now. If it doesn't, no matter. It's the journey I feel, that matters.