I Am Still Here

Okay, enough of the still already.  I took a little hiatus from blogging my stuff because I thought that it might be a good idea to consider where I might be going with this.  And with the threat of Big Brother looking over my shoulder and damming me from ever doing anything meaningful in my life again, I decided that I needed to consider the consequences of blogging honestly about my life and blogging honestly about my opinions about my life and life in general and the  screwed upness of society.  and blah, blah, blah.

Well, where do I start.  I have made drastic alterations in my life within the past to weeks without really knowing where I'm headed.  I quit my job (without knowing what I wanted to do next. I reconnected with two old friends.  The first was a best frined that I'd lost contact with and the second was an old high school aquaintance that I used to make out with.  (he actually taught me how to kiss...what fun!)  My best friend, I have found is disabled as the result of an accident in which she slipped on some ice.  The high school crush, was just a a teenaged passing fancy, that I'd hoped to date but which never happened.

Well, I talk to my friend every night.  The boyfriend, crush or whatever is more sparadic texting with sexual inuendo and incomplete and unsatisfying conversation.  The last time that I spoke to him, which was the day before yesterday, he talked about his belief in alines.   Oooookaaaayyy!.  I tried to argue him down but could not get a word in edgewise.  He's passionate about extraterrestrials...and when someone is passionate about something...then where hte hell's the argument.  Huh?

My friend and I argue about everything just like we did 52 years ago when we first met.  Her son is grown and she has a grandduaghter.  I have two grown children and one elementary school kid.  The crush decided at some point the he would repopulate the entire northeartern aspect of the United States.  I ain't mad at him.
This is not all that has happened in the last few weeks, when I was not blogging but carefully ruminationg about why I was still working the job that I was on and pondering not only the meaning but the usefulness of life andliving.

I'll stop here for now.  I communicate best, I've found when I'm using my hands.

I'll keep you posted on whatever I decide to do with this blog....Welcome back