My 4 year old and I went for a long cycle the other day.
We rode through parks and playgrounds, and eventually we stopped at the top of a little hill, looking down into a small pond. Our eyes widened.
We know this pond quite well. The edge is usually full of green water reeds, and it is teaming with ducks, water birds and insects.
Today however, the pond looked as if there was some major construction or dredging going on. The water was gross, brown and septic looking. It was dirty, muddy and messy.
“Whoa! What’s going on??” The both of us exclaimed.
Upon careful observation, it looked like the local gardeners had dug up a whole lot of dying water reeds and made piles of the rotten debris. It was not a pretty sight. Or smell.
I was going to turn around and explain my observations to my 4 year old, when he asked,
“Mum what happened to the pond? Why is it all blogged up like that? It looks seriously blogged. Yuck I hate all this blogging stuff. Hang on. Don’t you have a blog? Is this what you do?”
I stood there looking at the pond. At that exact scene in the photo above.
And number of thoughts ran through my head.
Yes. The word “BLOG” is not a very pretty word.
Yes. If you join the words “Blocked” and “Bog” you do get the word “Blogged”.
After 13 years of running my blog, I think my 4yo had possibly pinpointed the most natural-sounding meaning for the word.
I wanted to laugh and cry.
And I just said, “Yep, it looks seriously blogged.”