I am in a very strange meditative, contemplative, brooding or otherwise introspective state. Unfit for communicating with decent folk for sure. During my annual year-end Inspection I have become painfully aware that The Body which has housed my Spirit for, lo these 83 years, has been broken, mended, re-mended, battered, tattered and torn too many times to count and seems hardly fit for further habitation. However, it is the only vessel I possess to occupy in this life so I guess I am stuck with it for the duration. I have been trying to figure out how to Charleston or Turkey Trot or even Boogie into a new year in this dubious condition and don't yet have the answers. I do hope you precious and beloved people will all stick with me while I figure this out. I also wish, while I am cogitating, that one of you would advise me about how to control where the type goes when I install a picture or illustration into my blog. I find I am trapped into this endless column of words which the Blog God keeps rearranging on the page as I type, but am not permitted to create a spaced paragraph without going down to where my so-called toes are. This is all very disconcerting and I am afraid if I continue to struggle with it I will get so annoyed, enraged and generally hot-under the collar that my glue will melt......a result which I fear would be tragic indeed.....I mean....who knows what the lower portion of my Spirit,now modestly hidden by its fragmented container, looks like.......mustn't frighten the children, you know. Or frighten myself for that matter. Therefore, I am going to quietly withdraw and continue my pondering. I will surely let you all know if I arrive at any bloggable conclusions.
Maverick of a weird, but wonderful family. Have managed to stay alive for an astounding 86+ years kept alive by a passionate interest in many things and a sense of humor.
Have led 2 or 3 separate lives,the first 40 years as a starving artist, ceramist, and graphic designer. At age 40 a matchbook cover that said "Be A Computer Programmer" inspired me to go back to school and emerge as a binary fanatic. Loved my work, had a wonderful 20 year career as programmer and trouble shooter. At the same time I had the chance to meet, befriend and marry Jazz Cornetist Pete Daily,an idol of my youth, whom I had worshipped in my young life. Lost him to cancer after 11 wonderful (and sometimes awful) years. Retired in 1989 and had 20 years of fantastic travel adventures all over the world. Now I crochet afghans, tend my garden, my 3 cats, the neighborhood birds and squirrels, a flock of voracious hummingbirds and assorted wildlife like possums and raccoon families who come nightly to my Porch Buffet. A great life, and it ain't over yet !....(after all, I have just discovered Blogging....)