I saw BJE last week
. I waited to write because I wanted to see how it panned out. No change, unfortunately.
She asked me the most peculiar thing once, she asked if I said unkind things about her afterwards. I asked her why I would. If you've read this blog long enough, you know I'm tired of being the bad guy.
I had dinner Saturday with some friends and strangers including a Candy Fiend
: I read your blog, you know.
Me: Really? I'm always surprised...Her
: Are you depressed?
Is that how I come across?
Looking back at my entries, I think that, more than anything, I'm
Yes, I have my miniature disasters and minor catastrophes, (see supra
) but my last tiny calamity
brought about this blog, friendship with rum, a better idea of what I want/don't want in life, 72 to Canal
, a dozen new satellites, and a few memorable, if short-lived, romances.
A fair trade, no?
I updated my About
section to reflect my new age but everything else is still true.
I'm still hopeful. I'm still rough-hewing
It's good that some things never change.