This blog is not about this house in which I live. It's about the blogs:
I've got a fairly modest shack here on Wunderground but it suits me. Especially when somebody comes over and decorates it with a bit of music, a link to something interesting or some of their own thoughts and experiences.
Sorta reminds me of the dynamic around the kitchen table where visitors would drop in, get a coffee or whatever and sit down. Then the fun would start. Stories (usually told by the most deaf because they were more comfortable talking than trying to understand what others might say) would start up and everyone tossed in a bit here and there - quite often the piece they contributed was: "Heard that."
Now and then the "Thang" would take off and the group around the table seemed to meld. The "Feather" went to anyone who wanted to speak loud enough for the deafer (mostly old loggers and farmers) to hear.
If you were not loud enough they simply started another story most had already heard.
I am mixing childhood with later life here. When I moved to the Island I gravitated to a wider group but selected those who knew about the "Farm House" Kitchen Table. (Or they selected me).
So the blogs remind me of that table.
Everyone is welcome and we make our own call as to who we read and who we respond to.
Every now and then a "Drunken Uncle" would show up in my early experiences. They also were welcomed and served but there was a general sigh of relief if they could drive away to harass someone else.
I see a lot of parallels on the blogs with the Kitchen Table.