I returned today to my site for the first time this year and was appalled at what I found: cobwebs everywhere, dust on every surface, some pizza crust on a paper plate (still edible!…which is to say, I ate it) and a general sense that the place had been abandoned in short order, like a Chernobyl kiosk. Now that I’ve tidied up a bit (note said pizza crust), it feels good to be back. I’m sure you’ve all missed me terribly. What?…well, I didn’t miss you either, then! How rude!
I doubt this is the beginning of any sort of consistent writing. Admittedly, I’ve been kicking around the thought of starting up again for the past month or so, and have given no small measure of time to what I might wish to say. Some of my “best” ideas in the past were conjured up during happy hour, but as it’s recently been expanded (now 5-11p.m.) at my customer’s (my) request, those little seedlings are less likely to be sprouting with the same springtime fervor. Furthermore, cultivating any during this critical time of reflection would first require writing them down, lest they be lost forever; this would necessitate at least some effort on my part, not to mention the organization of pen and paper beforehand. The whole process would seem to defile the very purpose of happy hour; frankly, at present I see no practical way around this conundrum.
It may also be that I’ve nothing left in the tank; after eighty or so posts, perhaps I’m spent. It seems odd that after an almost four-month hiatus I seem to have so little to say. What’s going on between the ears, anyway? Well, picture a mostly barren desert, with no discernible movement among a few tired weeds and scraggly bushes….wait: a lone tumbleweed rolls slowly past; we focus hopefully upon it, wishing for some visual transition to something more interesting, only to watch it slowly disappear out of frame.
And so it is. What goes through my mind at any given time? Well, with the top down, it is the wind; whilst frolicking in the surf, the sea; between you and the nearest lamp, it is the light; and with furrowed brow, chin in hand and pensive in countenance, it is Judas Priest’s Victim of Changes. If you want to dip your toes into the depths of my mind, you’ll have to jump off the dock and go straight in. Careful to go in feet first; you could break your neck.
I look forward to visiting those who have followed and whom I’ve followed in the past, and if you’re new and pay a visit, I’ll check out your site as well. After all, I might find something worth stealing and passing off as my own….Oh, look! Almost five hundred words; that’s a post in my book. Woo-hoo! I’m back, baby!