Why do I blog? Why do you blog? Why does anyone do this thing called blogging?
Is it to pass the time, a hobby, something to do?
To chronicle a life, lives, a family?
To share ideas and experiences?
For feedback, criticism, affirmation, acknowledgement?
To have a voice?
To be heard?
To reach out, to network…to connect?
To connect with others we would not have had the opportunity of doing otherwise?
Sometimes having those connections transcend the internet?
I recently had that opportunity; to step away from my comfort zone and actually meet a fellow blogger, in person. Last Friday I, along with my husband and mother-in-law, met with Lou of lceel and his wife, Annie. We met at a local Chili’s restaurant for about three hours; and let me tell you it was amazing.
Without further, long winded, ado…my get-together with Lou…
Lou and his wife were already there when we arrived. Though he wasn’t wearing what he told me he would be, I knew the man seated near the entrance wearing a T-shirt that said ‘Official Mistletoe Tester’ had to be Lou.
Lou and Annie.
Then I jumped in the picture.
Lou had me captivated for quite awhile.
Then it was time for a few more pictures.
And here’s our whole group. Annie, Lou, my mother-in-law, Barbara, myself and my husband, Paul.
For those of you that read Lou, I only have a couple of tidbits to share:
His wife, Annie, is a sweetheart.
He is a Cubs fan and a Canon man.
He had a tavern on the south side of Chicago just after returning from the service.
He likes to dip his french fries in ranch dressing.
He has a computer in almost every room of the house.
He is as open and warm in person as he is on his blog/comments.
For those of you that haven’t visited lceel, you really should. Lou is an artist. He’s a photographer, a painter and a writer. I’ve seen glimpses of his brushstrokes, but it was his key strokes that captured me.
Meeting Lou in person meant stepping out of my comfort zone, but it was worth it. Lou and Annie are the type of people everyone would like in their life and I’m lucky enough to call them friends.