Incredible but true.
It's has been a long time since I've blogged.
A lot has happened:
The first anniversary of this blog (sometime in early November) has come and gone. And I forgot all about it. If I had remembered I would have done a retrospective. Or something. As well, my very first post (which would have been a nice thing to re-post for the anniversary of my blog) was deleted by me. Probably the same day that it was posted. But, if I remember correctly, it was pretty bad. Just awful. Garbage. A lot of hemming and hawing and not being able to get to the point. As there was no point. Where as, these days, now that I do have a point, it is so much better. Live and learn, that's what I always say.
Also, I have somehow managed not to get my shoes wet at all since the first snow (well over a week ago). I'm sure I look ridiculous going to the lengths I am willing to go to, in order to avoid slush and snow etc. But, I have. And I must say it has worked out very nicely for my shoes. And, more importantly, for my feet..
The above is a lie. My shoes are, even as I write this, very wet. And, as anyone (who has ever stepped onto what they thought was solid ice, but was actually a slush puddle) knows: shoes that get THAT wet never actually return to being dry. Ever. As well, my shoes are salt stained, which the death knell for all shoes. Particularly older shoes. So, it is with regret that I hold the following funeral for my red gym shoes:
We have had many an adventure together, you and I. You got me around, gym shoes, you did. For three years. Against all odds. At least once a week. Because you didn't go with everything. And, more importantly, I never wanted you to wear out. So, why did I wear you today (of all days)? Believe me, I have wracked my brain, gone over and over it. Why would I ever take such a chance with your fate? I feel that it was carelessness at best, and intentional at worst. I think part of me knew it was over, and I wanted it to be over, so I just did it. So, I want to say that I'm sorry, gym shoes. Please, if nothing else, know that I will replace you. With better shoes. Probably in the morning. And then forget about you. Forever. That, my friend, is a promise..
Speaking of death knells, apparently the death knell for any blog is for the author to stop posting. I had read this somewhere, and I must say that every word of it is true. I quote:
"..The death knell for any blog is for the author to stop writing in it."
It blows me away. I read this at a time when I posted about twice a week. I understood what they were saying, but only intellectually. I couldn't wrap my experience around it. Not as I can today. I feel that if I posted more often, I would gain a kind of momentum that would fuel itself, so that naturally I would have more to write about. I quote:
"..I feel that if I posted more often, I would gain a kind of momentum that would fuel itself, so that naturally I would have more to write about."