Sister in the Shadows

Now that everything is finished cosmetically around here, it's time to get away from the nuts and bolts of a blog and back to actually writing blog entries. I feel unleashed in a way. The changes were long overdue and I have a fresh outlook. I've always run toward change rather than resisted it, so this comes as no real surprise...

RIP Blogsville

Do you remember when you'd be out and about somewhere and something would happen, and you'd think, "I can't wait to blog about this!" It wasn't that long ago, really, but these days everyone seems to have a phone that connects to every server in the world, and most people just send these moments to Twitter or Facebook.

When blogging made its first real impact on how we travel the internet, it was thrilling. "People are reading again! People are actually writing!" But that was quickly replaced by the one-liner. "At the doctor's office", "Can't believe I'm stuck in traffic!", or "This burrito is awesome!" I'm not saying that's not fun, because it is. It's just that it feels like, after spending time writing long entries, we've returned to grunts and growls.

Of course, I remember when blogging became the thing, people complained that nobody emailed anymore....

Boffo!

What a success yesterday's book launch was! Lynette's book sold so well, in fact, that Hastings told her it was best book signing they'd ever had at this store. The reception was every bit as successful as well. Here are some pictures.

A Bit of Promo

Only two days until Lynette's book signing at the Stillwater Hastings. If you are able to come, you are also invited to the private reception immediately following at our house.

I have to pace myself these days with the preparations, cleaning, and food prep. Once upon a time I could have pulled one of these things together in a couple of days, but with back surgery looming and my condition only getting worse each day, it takes me a full week or longer, and even then I nearly kill myself. I'll be glad when this surgery thing is over, but I have no idea right now of when that will be; America's health system is so fucked up. I'm in the process of filing all of the convoluted applications and qualification forms. But I love holding parties. I love all the running around, staging the house, planning the menu, and all that, so I face into the wind and just do it, my happy Hydrocodone bottle in hand...

If Only We Could Grasp it

‎"Your light is seen, your heart is known, your soul is cherished by more people than you might imagine. If you knew how many others have been touched in wonderful ways by you, you would be astonished. If you knew how many people feel so much for you, you would be shocked. You are far more wonderful than you think you are. Rest easy with that. Breathe again. You are doing fine. More than fine. Better than fine. You’re doing great and don't let anything or anyone steal your right to feel good about yourself."  (Neale Donald Walsc)

If I'm able to leave only one entry this week due to my schedule, let it be this one.

Dylan's Face

Since that afternoon in 1963 when I first picked up and looked at his Freewheelin' album, I've had a love affair with Bob Dylan's face. He was considerably younger then—22 to be exact—and despite the soft innocence his face possessed, I had a feeling there was a whole lot more going on. I don't mean that I was attracted like a teen girl, or a fan, I mean that I was drawn to its aesthetic beauty...