Well, it's a beautiful Monday morning here in South Florida. Truth be told it's actually lunch time now but I'm finally getting to the point where I have to do something productive or the whole day just may end up in the crapper. I had a late start this morning because of a nursing visit and some personal care related issues that required that I get out of bed a…
How the hell do people write books about themselves? Telling stories of where they were and what they were doing, that’s one thing. How about sinking the pickax into your own gut and mining the bits for all the things that make you, you?! Who wants to do this? The first reason why I want to try is strictly monetary. I’m hoping that I can find a way to help support us in some fashion. The second reason, okay, there is no second reason. Not really anyway. I guess I feel cheated that I wasn’t able to make my mark in this world in some other fashion. Although, where I am is mainly due to decisions that I have made, I do feel that there was some kind of misalignment in the, chance, opportunity, luck machinery. The Fate thing, if you want to call it that. Anyway, things are the way they are and there’s probably a good chance my circumstances may allow me to make a mark in spite of myself.
Well, good morning (or whenever you happen to read this.) I’m actually starting to feel a little bad for my friends up North. I spoke with my good buddy Rich a couple of days ago and he was feeling great because apparently the mid-Atlantic states were experiencing a nice spring-like warming trend. He was convinced I suppose, thinking that spring is on its way. I guess that’s not the case. From the weather reports this morning, it looks as though the North is going to have to endure a little more winter. Bummer.
Some of you know that I have actively begun my big book project. Boy, I sound pretentious talking about writing a book like this. Especially coming from a slacker who hasn’t written a lick in a decade. Well, there was the blogging contest I was in for the Stuart newspaper. That was only for about a month and a half, the entries were relatively short but it was tough coming up with clever, pithy little nuggets of observation in a rapidfire fashion. I certainly wasn’t going to write about the great rewards of being a quadriplegic for the local community and the elder snowbirds had not yet arrived to provide any good old-fashioned slapstick stuff that seems to amuse everyone who is a full-time resident here. (more…)