Every day i intend to catch up, but my words, for some reason or other, fail to materialize. I've never journaled or written with any regularity on my own volition and i mostly forget to take pictures, so there's the broad esplaination.
Then there are insecurities galore that i harbor, conspicuous as white-sails in slips. I say the wrong things and screw up all the time. I'm neither discerning nor articulate. I blame frontal-lobe seizures for some of it, but certainly a good portion is just a part of my in-born constitution.
I've certainly said the wrong things here already, so much that my apologies need a post of their own. They're long overdue, and i'm sorry. I'm a schmuck. You'll learn this.
I reckon i could really get into the habit of blogging regularly. Eventually. I enjoy and appreciate the hell out of it. I can't tell you how much i love hearing your stories, and having such a platform to share and solicit your brilliant ideas and advice. (And Andrea at A Farmer in the Dell, your recipes are to die for.) I apologize i'm not on the more enlightened end of the spectrum more of the time. It's an honor and a privilege. I don't take it lightly.
|My family and i enjoyed a rare sunny day in the Alaka'i Swamp|
a stone's throw from Mt. Wai'ale'ale, one of the wettest spots in the world.
I have stories from my trip, comments and reflections on your posts, and a host of apprehensions concerning my recent forays on the impending job-acquisition front.
But i have three dogs that are going absolutely nuts, so first i have to take them for a romp out in that cold stuff.
Then i have every intention of getting back here and doing some catching up.
Loads of love to the ever-so-lovely lot of you.