A year's absence

I have been kicked off Kacey's suggested reading list and that sudden realization has been sufficient motivation to get my blogging act in gear, so to speak.
It's been a long, long silence.
And my blogging name --Eventually Susan--seems sadly, sadly appropriate.
So, on the Ides of March, the last day of my fifth decade, I forthwith resolve to be a more reliable blogger and earn my way back onto to Kacey's suggested reading list.
Sadly, Kacey may never realize that I have returned to the blogging world because I don't know how to forward her a link.
But fueled with guilt and remorse, two motivating emotions, I will figure that out too.
Thank you to the kind and response Blog help gnomes who helped me reset my password.
Here we go.
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Eventually Susan learns to blog part II

Just to flesh out my little blogspot, I'll post a second entry.
(The terminology is a little daunting.)
I am encouraging Amanda to blog from London. So far she's found an apartment in a city where finding an apartment has been described as about as easy as getting a Burberry raincoat under $300 -- that's a new one that hasn't already been worn, ripped and discarded.
Anyway, it appears she has. Flooded with light. Two bathrooms. Three stories (the first story is the guest bathroom). A sweet little for-decoration-only-fireplace. Two bedrooms, a reception room (we would call a living room). Modern kitchen. And a rooftop deck you enter through a bonafide door and not through a window with an incredible view of the city. And it's in Notting Hill (so since I've seen the movie I feel like I've already been there.) And near Portobello Road, which is a familiar-sounding landmark like Picadilly Circus and London Bridge (which is actually in Arizona now and not London.)
Anyway, it's flooded with light from lots of windows.
But I'll let Amanda tell us all this when she starts her blog.
There. I've begun.

Eventually Susan learns to blog

It's been so long since I've started this blog and actually posted anything that it took me four tries and five trips to the little blogspot help people before I could sign on. It also meant resetting my password. And that was after being told that my sign on didn't exist.
It's enough to turn someone away from blogging altogether.
But eventually I will learn how to blog, remember my password and contribute to this virtual fireside chat since I almost daily visit Kacey's blogspot -- where I went to get to mine by the way -- and read about your lives.

Beginning

I begin blogging. I am 58 years old and I'm blogging. Giddy at the prospect of what I'm not sure.
But I've given my blog a name, or Margot, my dearest friend of 40 years has: Eventually Susan. And that feels like a beginning or at least a definition at a time when what and who defined me has blurred. Email is so yesterday.
So I begin today. With blogging.