Happy Anniversary to us! It is exactly four years since we met on this page and I wanted to thank you for coming along.
I went back (see Archive in turquoise print to the right) to March 2014 to refresh my mind as to the exact day to buy our cake. To my horror, I see that I posted ten entries within 19 days that month. I can only imagine that there must have been a hell of a neural backlog which needed clearing because that pace proved unsustainable.
Although I have done a lot of editing, this has been my first foray into sharing my own thoughts. I recommend it as a tonic for the brewing stewpot that is the mind. Sometimes the post is thought through before I sit down at the computer; just as often an opening leads me to a conclusion that was only dimly sensed before. On a lighter note, it’s always fun to share the myriad silly things. Light or heavy, having to write it down helps me to think more clearly and I suspect that is true of most people.
All things considered, I decided about a year ago that posting once a week (on Monday) would be a manageable goal. I honestly believed that.
But in the meantime, life has had its way with me and a goal of predictable get-togethers has devolved into what even a charitable psychologist would term “random reinforcement” — never a strategy recommended for sustaining a connection. I am very sorry and will try to do better.
In my defence, it’s been busy, but it is now possible to walk from A to B in our home without having to go through C,D and E. The washer is once again available and my iMac back in business. As Joni wryly observed, “You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.” I have always thought that the notion of chickens coming home to roost should be celebratory and it is. Welcome back, y’all.
So…..I hope you can accept this apology. Around here, the preferred wording is “I am a stunned pickle” so append that as a chaser. That you are reading this suggests that you know how to hang in. A number of people have asked if the post can simply be sent automatically. I have absolutely no idea how to do that. The best my Luddite self can do at this point is to try again to stick to a schedule, though occasionally I may have to post a day early or late.
My university French prof used to exhort us to “Tattoo it to your chest.” My chest now reads “Post on Monday.” Please note that today is Monday.
This self-portrait is titled “Back at You” because Jon is reflected in the crazy-house sunglass reflection. Put yourself there today with my sincere thanks. I owe you a piece of cake.
Z’Anne
I went back (see Archive in turquoise print to the right) to March 2014 to refresh my mind as to the exact day to buy our cake. To my horror, I see that I posted ten entries within 19 days that month. I can only imagine that there must have been a hell of a neural backlog which needed clearing because that pace proved unsustainable.
Although I have done a lot of editing, this has been my first foray into sharing my own thoughts. I recommend it as a tonic for the brewing stewpot that is the mind. Sometimes the post is thought through before I sit down at the computer; just as often an opening leads me to a conclusion that was only dimly sensed before. On a lighter note, it’s always fun to share the myriad silly things. Light or heavy, having to write it down helps me to think more clearly and I suspect that is true of most people.
All things considered, I decided about a year ago that posting once a week (on Monday) would be a manageable goal. I honestly believed that.
But in the meantime, life has had its way with me and a goal of predictable get-togethers has devolved into what even a charitable psychologist would term “random reinforcement” — never a strategy recommended for sustaining a connection. I am very sorry and will try to do better.
In my defence, it’s been busy, but it is now possible to walk from A to B in our home without having to go through C,D and E. The washer is once again available and my iMac back in business. As Joni wryly observed, “You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.” I have always thought that the notion of chickens coming home to roost should be celebratory and it is. Welcome back, y’all.
So…..I hope you can accept this apology. Around here, the preferred wording is “I am a stunned pickle” so append that as a chaser. That you are reading this suggests that you know how to hang in. A number of people have asked if the post can simply be sent automatically. I have absolutely no idea how to do that. The best my Luddite self can do at this point is to try again to stick to a schedule, though occasionally I may have to post a day early or late.
My university French prof used to exhort us to “Tattoo it to your chest.” My chest now reads “Post on Monday.” Please note that today is Monday.
This self-portrait is titled “Back at You” because Jon is reflected in the crazy-house sunglass reflection. Put yourself there today with my sincere thanks. I owe you a piece of cake.
Z’Anne
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