To quote a very bad commercial, I have been a global nomad. With a past. Nothing too juicy but definitely worthy of discarding. As life decided to throw me for a loop a few years back in the guise of a particularly nasty hurricane and a father with quickly progressing Alzheimer’s, not to mention the other small daily nightmares, I decided to go for the ride, rather than rail against it. Back in school, back in love, and with a new plan, a mid-life change. Not crisis. No longer shaving against the grain, I find that the tough things are still tough, but only of their own accord and not because I have gone out of my way to make everything just that much worse by indulging in my own self-gratifying/pitying neuroses.
Don’t get me wrong, I am still satisfactorily neurotic. It wouldn’t be fun to read any of this if I were not. This blog is about everything and everyone: life politics, relationships ,teaching, learning, geology, music and words, words, words. The writings are mostly mine, but will include many others.
This blog is the result of my recent foray into the world of the digital. I have also done a complete 180 in life. To start over again in one’s late thirties takes a few things: a need for change, a certainty that it is time for that change, and a set of brass ones. This is the continuing journal of that journey, with a little funny thrown in from time to time. Mostly, it is a place for me to write, as I have always done, but with purpose. You will find here a travelogue, or a journal, a joke, or a photo I love. Even the occasional recipe and wine blurb as cooking is my therapy. It is life, quite simply; the verbal representation of the myriad thoughts, fears and day to day experiences of someone who is, for all intents and purposes, starting over, once more, with feeling.
For those of you who decide to stay, welcome.