You know, I've written a lot of damn posts. Nearly two thousand posts, actually. And lately I'm hard-pressed to write anything of worth at all. But I do love this blog, love the toil of it, the inspiration I get from my blogging community, the comments, the connections, the everything. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that blogging has changed my life in the profoundest of ways. I try to come here, to the blank screen, at least once and sometimes twice daily to jot down my thoughts or post a poem or a photo or tell a silly or a sad story. I come more than once or twice to read all of your posts. It's all good.
I'm feeling a little dry, though, dry like the southern California air in October. Dry like tinder, needing just a tiny spark to flame up and spread.
I randomly went through my archives, and this is the first thing I landed on. I'm going to be lazy and re-post it.
A Reposting of Trapeze Artistry and Humor
Now, I'm off to sell popcorn on the street with Oliver for his dang Cub Scout Troop.
And then I'm headed for a day of complete and utter pleasure, I think. But more on that later.