I haven’t been around here much lately. The blog is running itself. Maybe it’s just parked somewhere, idling, keys dangling from the ignition while the radio booms bass for no listener. Maybe Hal-like, it’s plotting against me. I don’t know.
I guess I should announce formally that I’m taking some time off. We’re busy packing and cleaning—sold one house, moving to another, planning a few weeks of Westfalia homelessness in between.
Then there’s the strange migrating joint pain that the Naturopath believes is related to a disturbance in my 3rd Chakra and the Doc thinks I should see a rheumatologist about. The situation is complicated by the fact that the nearest rheumatolgist is 360 miles away.
There are two little girls who like to run in circles in their underpants and cackle. One asks me, “Mama, how did the ichthyosaurs lay their eggs? Did they crawl onto land?” The other asks me “Why?” about everything. I don’t have answers for either one of them.
There are other things too, but they’re ones about which I’m keeping my fingers crossed so hard that I can’t type anything about them here.
And there’s the fact that it’s May in Alaska, and the light, such a gift, fills the day completely that it’s impossible to get anything done.
As always there are not enough poems (even though I’ve been having some luck publishing individual ones recently). That’s always a problem, but I’m going to put all my words into the poetry basket for a little while, so the blog will just have to suffer.
For all of this the blog will have to suffer. Please leave me in your bloglines. I’ll be back soon.
To share a quote Henry’s favorite movies – “We are hear. We are waiting.” Take your time, get moved and heal your body. See you around town, enjoy summer.
Like Peggy, I’ll be waiting, too.