Did you really think I wouldn’t follow through and make it to the end?
(Feb 1 to Mar 31 was the time frame I gave this little project of mine)
Forward momentum requires taking a step.
Though I did not post here daily - I wrote each and every day in my journal; a beautiful one my darling daughter gave me for Christmas.
Asking “What is happiness to me?” has truly come to be part of my daily routine and something I give much credit to for altering my perception and attitude toward many a thing as I make my way through any given day.
I have been out here reading your posts - I have not commented. For that I can blame Father Time for making a single day last only twenty-four hours; time seems to be on everyone’s wish list, including mine.
In reading YOU - I have discovered we are all going through change in many areas of our lives, both on and off Blogger.
In my case - I’ve had a few too many curveballs and not enough bats to hit them all - hence a little reprieve whereby I turned off my blog for the last week or so.
I’m turning it on to post this - my swan song.
It’s been a slice - a big, juicy slice of apple pie à la mode - or in my case a big bowl of pistachio nuts - my apple pie!
Thanks for weighing in - for holding court with me and for keeping me interested. I’m still interested - just not in this venue right now.
Need to breathe.
Need to process.
Need to think.
Life’s short - really short. Too short to ponder the relevance of this gig and all its trappings.
My bags are packed, note’s on the kitchen table - don’t wait up.
This will be up for a bit - then it’ll be packed away neatly with the frocks and seldom worn bits and bobs of yesteryear.
Keep me in your thoughts, or prayers if that’s your bent, - me, good old Buddhist that I am, I will be chanting and prostrating and hoping I find a metal bat as I make my way through the dugout and onto the field… you know the field I speak of…
build it and they will come…
look deep in the corn field… deeper yet… can you see me…
one must believe
miracles do happen - so I’m told.
Whether coming or going... the first step is the hardest!
And, it has been taken.
All I can say, as I exit stage left, is - damn, I've got mighty fine lookin' legs! (cheeky too, eh)
Oh, now, don't be sad - I'm not dying… yet… remember, only the good die young! Me, I'm here for the long haul.
As for Pearson Report - yeah, now that's another story!