A thunderstorm approaches on Rue de Couronnes, 11th arr. Paris, Monday 29 March, 2010, in the evening, on the way to yoga class
I’m trying to get better about posting once a week. I realized this morning [ahem -- this was started last Thursday -- today is Tuesday] that means today I am due another post! And how can it already be APRIL? Wow. Now that each day represents proportionally less and less of my overall years, it seems like they fly past at warp speed. I envision my life as the Starship Enterprise with time being the escaping Klingon warship and my brain and body are Scotty, telling an impatient Captain Kirk, “I’m giving her all she’s got, Captain!” but getting to warp speed is a trial and only just happens at the critical moment.
Yeah, that’s how I feel about this blog, too. It’s a bit MacGyvered in some posts, huh. Sometimes I envision posts are stuck together with chewing gum and duct tape, and pieced together like a crazy quilt (I think I even entitled a blog post that way, huh), then launched out for god/dess knows who to read (well, except those of you I know who do because you leave lovely comments to say so). This will probably be another one of those… Get a cup of coffee or something for yet another one of my cobbled together and lengthy posts.