First of all, because it would be too boring and lengthy for daughter to ever want to read. The only reason I'd want to read an online journal written by my mother is to see if it gave me any insight into the person she was. Detailing what she did, day by day, would be boring and I'd just skim it for the juicy parts.
Also, I'm tired of the labels for the post and of writing in complete sentences. In a written journal, phrases are often the order of the day. Extracting labels gives me anxiety as to if they're descriptive or not. I'm only doing it because I started doing it and am obsessive in that way. I doubt that anyone's going to care if I put in labels or not. Probably when I kick the bucket, Blogger won't exist and daughter will just be reading this in backups on CD ROM.
Really, when you think about it, a written journal would have a lot more archival longevity and be more accessible for my heirs but I know that as soon as I stop typing in Oats Wild, I won't start writing in the composition book journals. I never had a good track record for that, only writing in them every few months.
Maybe I just don't want to keep a journal at all! I'd rather spend my time reading a book. Is the world going to really care if I don't detail my days? I haven't written in this since last Thursday and I would really, really like to detail each day, in the spirit of obsessiveness, but I'd like to get done on the computer. Spouse is taking it in to Dr. Mac for an upgrade tomorrow so we can use the iPod we got with our LANB credit card SCORE Rewards. He also bought an external harddrive for me to move my photos to.
I walked 2 miles up Pipeline Road today. Visually, the green gambel oak bushes do nothing for me. It was a lot prettier in the spring when the gambel oak leaves still wore their reddish fall raiment and golden grass dotted the hillsides. The wildflower display as seen at the edge of the road wasn't overwhelming. The prettiest wildflowers were the Indian paintbrush, coneflower, and gayfeather but there wasn't a lot of those. There was a lot of snakeweed (at least I think it was snakeweed).