Outside, my woman is tending her garden. Basically, I am told this is her womanly spring thing, and at times, I almost don't care--the truth is I care, but i'm only barely into it. These pages were supposed to be regularly filled, but at present, my blod is as empty as you can imagine. Today is Sunday, so i can expect the to-be-inlaws over, roast beef, russet potatoes and cooking shows deep into the night. All of this doesn't bother me. I am moved by these Sunday dinners. I am moved lately by intricate gatherings of generous and fine people, and I know that in my life, I want more of this.
More soon...
James
The "shruggish" beginning and a new attempt to write a regular blog for a man who is learning everything he needs to have a varied and successful life. The search for true love,happiness, pride, joy, clarity and truth. The blog records my interests, varied and hereditary, my loves and my fandom. It exploes the truth of life lived out loud and the juxtaposed elements of a life lived in full--with pictures and words.
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