I know things have been quiet on this blog. I’ve been involved in a lot of projects that don’t bear too much conversation.
- Remodeling a bathroom after some disastrous work done by an incompetent carpenter.
- Cleaning 50 years of debris out of a half-basement so we can have a leaky oil tank replaced.
- Waking the lawn-tractor from her long slumber and mowing the lawn.
- Endless trips to the dump that feel like they’ll never end. (It’s amazing how much stuff you can fit in the back of a Prius, but a tractor-trailer might suit us better.)
- Family visits and obligations.
- Scanning in and then discarding a massive file cabinet’s worth of old journals and writing.
All of this on top of a 40 hour work week and 20 hours’ weekly commute.
Needless to say, I’m feeling tired. Drained might be a better word for it.
The time I spent going through all those old journals has me acutely aware that the world doesn’t need to read anything more about the reasons I haven’t been writing.
It kind of boils down to that old saw: “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.”
I’m still enjoying your blogs and stories when I can, between naps on the train.
I miss a lot of the old-time regulars who have moved on. Has anyone heard from @richq11 or @everittdmickey? I don't like it when the cantankerous go quiet. I wish @atopy would stop in with a quick hello, and I miss the smile and laugh of @sandrina.life. There's so many more.
My folder of bookmarked favorites is full of tumbleweeds. I need to make some time to meet new people.
And I'm still wandering the city streets and collecting photographs. Here, I've even captured myself reflected in a woman's sunglasses - an accomplishment I've only managed to pull off once before, and that time with a man.
We'll see what the summer brings. Work is going great and on the whole things are looking up. But I do miss writing. It's always been this compulsion I can't shake. Which I've often felt is the only legitimate reason to do it - writer's write because they can't quit, even if they want to.
There are worse addictions, I suppose.
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