I haven't been very diligent about keeping this blog up-dated. I usually think of something to say when away from the computer, by the time I get to it it's gone. So for now you are going to have to settle for whatever I manage to come up with off the cuff. I have since figured it is better to blog anything than nothing at all.

Last year I thought life couldn't be much worse. Floods, heavy snow, my mother's cancer diagnosis, and the murder of my neighbour. I was wrong. John is still dead, my mother still has cancer and the weather is worse than ever. I know 'that's life'. The trouble is its' MY life. I am seriously trying to remain philosophical and sane through it all. It doesn't help being alone pretty much most of the time. I like being alone, but sometimes it feels like I am in the twilight zone.
When someone calls I forget how to hold a conversation, which is one reason why I am writing now. I have to keep those brain cells alive, the neurons transmitting, and have at least a semblance of communication.
I know I am sounding like 'it's all about me'. That's the great thing about this blog. It is for once 'all about me'.

Now that I have gotten all that off my chest, I feel like I might be able to move on to something more interesting next time. After all these are very interesting times we are living in.
Who knows I might even write another poem. Or post one I have already written.

Happy Holidays

Fiocle