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November 16, 2022


Beth, once again, you've hit the nail on the head. I've been thinking about what next, too, even as my life continues to be in constant flux. I came to your blog much later, but I try to read all the posts you've written in the time since we first became acquainted online. I admire your desire to keep moving and stretching towards what you are passionate about, and this blog both documents the motions while inspiring others. If anything, a blog like this brings us all together to openly question, appraise, evangelize about, and reconcile again, loose-tie fashion, about what we are looking at and looking at again and again. Isn't it a marvel that we are still seeing things despite the deluge we've faced, in different ways, since 2020?

Hi Beth, We've been dealing with a lot of changes and upheaval also the last couple of years and it's not over. Long story. I'm glad you are not giving up on the blog, I always look to see if you have posted.
I'll look at the other blogs you mention, it would be great to find some more thoughtful writers.
Snowed here too in the White Mountains, melted and then froze to crud. Sigh, get out the tractor and shovels.

The latest (ie, fifth and final) slice of Netflix's TV series, The Crown, deals with what, for the sake of brevity, might be called Dianagate. Much to its eventual chagrin the BBC played a significant role in what turned out to be a rather horrible tragedy. However I was struck by an utterance by one of its characters, the then chairman of the BBC board, that the BBC's primary aims were to inform, educate and - almost as an afterthought - entertain. Given I remain virtually untouched by formal education I can't reasonably claim to have educated anyone. I may well have provided some info here and there but my tendency has, I fear, been mainly towards entertainment. Some of it facetious, alas. But serious subjects don't only profit from serious treatment and too much seriousness can lower morale. Also an over-serious attitude towards, say, Trump may by contrast play into his hands. Think of Art Buchwald, P. J. O'Rourke and some tracts of E.B.White. Just a passing thought.

Beth, how well you describe that uncertain what-next feeling. I'm glad you'll be continuing with this blog. And your "City at Night" piece is gorgeous! Best wishes from Ottawa. ~Andrea

I got here via Ronni Bennett's list of elder bloggers. Occasionally I go to her old site and look at the list of blogs and see if I come across any that are still being published and who hit a note with me. I've gone over to Instagram and hit FOLLOW for you there. Your pictures are wonderful, and that's what I use Instagram for, to see wonderful pictures that bring a bit of joy.

Thank you, Mimosa -- I'm glad if my blog does the things you say it does! Because it is diary-like, I'm writing for the readers but also to encourage myself and, sometimes, figure out just what I do think. I've always been grateful that a blog, though, is NOT a private diary but a place where other people can engage, react either silently or out loud, and sometimes even find community and a sense that none of us are as alone as we sometimes feel.

Sharyn, sorry to hear you too have been going through a bunch of changes that still aren't over. I think it's partly this time of life, but I never expected so much at once! Wishing you courage and strength to get through it.

Robbie, I hear you about too much seriousness not being helpful -- but I'm afraid I will always be earnest and serious in my writing, and perhaps not as entertaining as I'd like to be, but sheer entertainment doesn't seem to be why people come here. I do hope that there's some beauty and calmness though.

Andrea, always good to hear from you, and I'm delighted that you liked that nighttime sketch!

Dear D, thank you so much for coming over here and for following me on Instagram, where I post more frequently than here. I'm really pleased that you find the pictures worthwhile and positive. And thanks for commenting and telling me you were here!

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