When I began posting on WordPress in April, friends from another site held a blog-warming. There were virtual covered dishes, cyber-cinnamon rolls and coffee, a bottle of wine. It was charming – an adaptation of an old tradition for a new time.
I’d never thought of transferring the concept of housewarming to a blog, but I liked it. After all the solitary hours I’d spent at my computer designing a site, revising entries and trying to create something pleasing, it was wonderful to have someone stop by to visit and offer good wishes.
Shortly after I’d begun posting, my mother, who doesn’t care one bit for computers but who tries to be polite, asked, “What’s happening with whatever it is you’re doing with that machine of yours?” And that’s where the fun began. “Oh!” I said. “We had a blog-warming.” She gave me the look she reserves for certain children and people she suspects of being not quite compos mentis. “A what? A blog-warming? What’s that?” “Well,” I said, “it’s like a housewarming, only it’s for my blog.”
The silence was deafening. “You mean people came?” Knowing I was headed for trouble, I tried to make it sound reasonable. “Well, sort of. They stopped by and read what I wrote.” It was good, just not good enough. Peering at me over her knitting, Mom reminded me, “But you said it was like a housewarming. People at least bring food to a housewarming. Did they bring food?” “Sure they did,” I replied, throwing caution to the winds. “They brought cinnamon rolls and coffee, a covered dish, some wine…”
At that point, my mother gave me her other look, the one that says she thinks I’ve been holding out on her. “Are there any cinnamon rolls left? “
Now, there was no escaping. “There aren’t any real cinnamon rolls. They were just pictures on the computer.” “Then why,” demanded the most tenacious parent in the world, “are you talking about them? Are they real, or not? And what good is a pretend cinnamon roll?” (more…)