You know, I get it. A blog is not a substitute for anything. But self-expression can be an end in itself, and for those who find themselves memory challenged, blogging is the best way I've found to capture (and yes, share) your adventures. Maybe you prefer the camera, or simple recall. Nevermind that mine doesn't trend relentlessly toward the personal- that's ok. I've read blogs that are all angst and heaving and sobbing, and I want none of that. So my life, my words, and I'll present the window of my own choosing, with curtains over others. You can read, or not- as you will write, or perhaps not.
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Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives--
Bonds and gestures pushed to one side
Like an outdated combine harvester,
And everyone young going down the long slide
To happiness, endlessly.
. . .
And immediately
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:
The sun-comprehending glass,
And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows
Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.
-You get Philip Larkin, because I'm a little grumpy today. But it could be worse.
