I can't believe I am writing on my blog again. When Blogger made changes to their site, I couldn't figure it out and quickly gave up. Today I had to look at the blog to check something and there it was, as plain as could be, as easy (almost) as it used to be.
I'm BAAAAACK!
And it feels good. Missed my internet outlet.
What has happened since I last wrote? A lot, and yet not much. Instead of looking backward to catch up, I will look forward, or better yet, live in the ever-ephemeral NOW.
So it is late. Thanks a late afternoon nap I am the only person awake in the house, with the possible exception of my daughter Abby who bought a new, much anticipated book this evening at Barnes & Noble. She is probably lying awake directly above me reading in her bed.
I had two pieces of taco pizza tonight while writing under deadline to enter an essay contest. I wanted more than two pieces but couldn't pause to eat.
New wrinkles appeared on my forehead this week. They are faintly etched but nonetheless noticeable lines. I am considering bangs.
Battle lines are being drawn in the civil war known as presidential politics. I am, of course, still smitten with Mitt, but I have friends and relatives on Facebook who are equally (if that is possible?) passionate about Obama. They are too cynical to believe that things can be better, so they are determined to re-elect the current president. They think Romney cannot possibly understand them because he has been relatively wealthy all of his life, as though the amount of money in one's bank account is directly proportionate with one's levels of empathy and integrity. The fact that Barack Obama will garner millions of votes in November boggles the mind. Truly, 'boggles' is the right word. I am boggled. But I don't spend a lot of time trying to convince anyone about politics, probably because I have never successfully persuaded anyone. I am beginning to suspect that there is a genetic component to one's political tendancies. I'm not smart enough to figure this one out.
I've probably mentioned this on the blog before, but in high school and college I was a debater. I could debate anything with anyone from any angle, and sometimes I would win whole tournaments. It was exhilerating! But somewhere along the way I figured out that there are very few things worth arguing about. Peace is so much better than contention! And people are entitled their own opinions, just as I am entitled to mine. I will even allow for the possibility that an opinion different from my own may be right.
There are some things worth fighting about, but those are mostly matters of life and death, including spiritual life and death. I will fight for someone's life or soul, but for very little else.
