Procrastinating Blogger

6 weeks ago -- 6 weeks! Where did they go? -- Christopher Taylor over at the Catalogue of Organisms favoured me with the Thinking Blogger award. Which I greatly appreciate, even as I modestly refrain from blowing it up and framing it for my wall.

I am supposed to pass it on to 5 other bloggers, bloggers who think, or who make me think. Which set me thinking. (Maybe I can pass this award back to Christopher?)

Who makes me think? Well, most of the bloggers on my blogroll. Not specific enough.

Why and how do they make me think? Better question. I find that I can divide the ways into categories. And choose a representative of each. So here goes, in no particular order.

From the first time I ran across Julie Zickefoose's blog, with her tale of skipping out of a kid's baseball practice to wander in the woods looking for wildflowers, I have been a regular reader. She reminds me, time and time again, of the romping delights of just plain daily life. Thank you, Julie!

A more sobering blog, one I discovered recently, A Mountain Too High, chronicles the life of a courageous woman dealing with the Alzheimer's disease of her husband. Jean's posts are heart-wrenching and -warming at the same time, and give me an anchor for my memories of my family's struggles with the disease, and for strategies for dealing with it in the probable future.

I just realized that I have 117 feeds on my Bloglines list. And it is almost impossible to say which are the "thinkingest".

On with # 3. One of the specialist "looking at nature" blogs. Which? Which? Which? So many useful ones ... How about Hyphoid Logic? "Mentations of a Mad Mycologist". Mushrooms, commentary on "whatever I'm pondering at the moment that I write in it. That may include anything at all." And a cute, punny name; Mike O'Risal.

Theological musings. A topic I used to spend a fair amount of time on. Debunking Christianity, with its stable of thoughtful writers and commenters (pro and con) gives me plenty to mull over.

And back to the simple life. Cicero Sings. (She says, "Every spring there is a little bird that visits our yard and his never ending song is: "tse tse tsicero". Voila! A name to use.") A normal, sane, cheerful life in BC's Chilcotin; a human diary, filled with cooking, family, plants and weather. Something to keep me grounded.

And that's 5. Whew!

Now to wander off and notify everyone that they've been tagged. :)