Someone who had not seen any activity on my website asked me if I had been blogging recently. Okay, it was my sister. Still, it is nice to be missed. Thanks, Sis!
The challenge of writing three different posts each week had served its purpose. I wasn’t staying fit (fitenoughforlife), my grandsons rarely made an appearance (wearenotthewaltons), and retirement had eased into routine (restlessretirement). Thus, I combined the blogs into one (www.corneliusblogs.com) intending to focus less on short blog posts and push myself into writing essays.
Meanwhile, I accidentally deleted an important folder (writing) from my external drive requiring that I spend a ridiculous amount of time, energy, and angst retrieving it. FTI, wine and Southern Comfort does not reduce the angst.
Other first world privileged problems confronted me. Boring. You really don’t want to know. A friend once asked me if saying “first world problems” was helpful. Yes, it is. As soon as I say “first world” or “privileged”, I realize that I have no problems, just minor challenges. I have a roof or roofs (rooves?) over my head, plenty of food, clean water, and the internet. I am surrounded by people who love me and whom I love, all of whom irritate each other in varying degrees. All is good.
Here are my thoughts tonight. I am 71 years ago, approaching 50 years of marriage, and I still don’t know what I want to do when I grow up. Everything sounds interesting. So, tomorrow, I am running off to Mexico with friends escaping the Midwest winters. Later this year, Mike and I will run north to escape the Southwest summer.
Life for me is good.