Where to begin? It's been so long. Life, as usual, sometimes gets in the way of passion...
I shall start, I guess, by dropping yet another pebble into the waters to see where the rings and ripples find their destinations. Changes are coming, I do grow old, the filters protecting life do slowly rust and fade away. One less backup, I suppose.
But this is not an essay of regret, fear, or longing. To quote yet again, T.S. Elliott's Prufrock, I have found myself pinned and wriggling on the wall, spitting out butt ends as we all do from time to time. Rather it is time to murder and create (purhaps butchering wood is more appropriate, let's not get overally dramatic!)
I shall resume rummaging through peoples garages, Amish sheds, and backyard woods looking for "unattractive wood", as someone once wrote about my stockpiles, in an attempt to mold and shape it into something "wonderful" as brother Michael used to say. It should be fun.
In the coming days and weeks I will try to catch up with some of the events of life: a new shed, a fun barn cave, an upcoming garden shed, bottling Jesse's wine, fun stuff.
Until then, have a Merry Christmas...