I have another blog which I've kept for nearly four years now. It's about our work on our Victorian home. We bought it as a derelict nearly 17 years ago. It took five years to get our ducks all in a row and jump through all the requisite hoops, and another few years to bring the house up to modern standards of safety and habitability. When we at last moved here, late in 2005, the vast majority of the cosmetic restoration remained to be done, and the work has dominated my life since.
I started the blog six months into the massive task of restoring the exterior. My intention from the start has been to make a record of my work: not just for my own purposes, but also to guide others who seek to undertake their own similar restoration projects.
Those were my main goals, but there were others. I wanted to have an opportunity to do some mental work to go along with all the physical work; I wanted to become a better writer; and most of all, I wanted to keep friends and relatives apprised of what I did with all my time.
Now, four years in, I feel that I've been meeting all my goals for the blog save one: the last one.
Other than my wife, a few dedicated friends, and (occasionally) one of my brothers, virtually no one reads the damn thing. Certainly, none of my other friends or relatives does. Not one blasted word. They won't even look at it, as far as I know.
I sure wish I knew why.
