Several regular readers have written me via e-mail (plus one to the blog) inquiring as to my well-being, given that I've not posted anything in a week. I'm tempted to say don't look a gift horse in the mouth…except the truth of the matter is that I'm not feeling all that cheeky at the moment.
I've actually written several posts, but for one reason or another decided to not put them up. I do that more often than you might think—write something that never goes beyond a draft, usually because I didn't like the photo, or maybe because I felt I could write it another way, from a different angle, and make it better. Occasionally I just realize some things are better left unsaid.
We've actually had a pretty good week here along the river. Temperatures climbing steadily day after day to the point that yesterday made it into the 80s! And to think, only a week ago we had snow! I puttered around the yard a bit and enjoyed the nice weather all I could—though it wasn't as much as I'd have liked. But then, it never is…
However, not everything has gone as well as the weather, and to be quite honest, I'm rather dispirited. Less the jocular riverbank scribbler than a contemplative—possibly brooding—old incorrigible. I'm working my way through things…facing what I have to face, and trying to accept what I can't change.
I hope you'll forgive this too-long silence. I will post again soon.