Well, I'm doing what I have hated doing in the past, but have done so , none the less- writing while somewhat inebriated. In the past it's been mostly poetry, that in reading , really makes me ill. But since this is BLOGGING there are no rules, per say.
   And the font, how's that? It's a bit like printing, isn't it? I'm such a dull normal in computer knowledge that merely being able to change fonts is monumental for me (even knowing what a font is becomes monumental). At any rate, it's the first time in about a month I've written anything, and if I'm a writer I'm supposed to be writing- so I'm writing (must be the wine talking, I'm much more polite sober).
   Several things have occurred in the past month that are not only noteworthy, but profound in the most personal of ways. A dear friend of ours passed away suddenly and it produced the most unexpected of emotions in me. I got mad. I know grief covers a spectrum of emotions, but anger wasn't in my playbook as far as grief was concerned until recently. What can I say? It pissed me off royally that she could pass without us- my wife and I- without letting us comfort her , or at least help her in her journey. It was odd that feeling, I couldn't reconcile my feelings with the situation, but I now feel that anger is just another part of losing a loved one- they're gone and we're here to deal with the emotions. But isn't that the freedom that death deals? The end, of the deceased, of the weight of emotion, pain, fear and hurt? What do you think? For me there is the love and support I feel towards her spouse, who must now sift through all her material possessions, perhaps reliving times and places through them, or, if so graced, will see them as just what must be sorted, processed, given away, or sold , without emotion, and with as little physical  effort as possible.
   And in thinking of life; my efforts in the garden have been slowed due to the coolest(coldest is too harsh and tempting of the fates)  summer in 4 decades. The chard and crook neck squash have been admirable, the tomatoes have not yet known the color red. The gopher- in spite of an introduced gopher snake- has randomly consumed the roots of several plants , ranging from marigolds, jalapeno peppers, zinnias, and our most beautiful Italian parsley(actually , our only Italian parsley- we'd been using it for over a month). So perhaps a jihad against gophers. Can someone tell me there usefulness in the ecologic chain?
   One thing has become very apparent to me; the world is in flux, in fluid motion, and that we think we can control  Mother Nature's realm is illusion of the highest form. What best we need to do is sleep quietly at night and work with awareness during the day. And thank God, or who you wish, for the chance just to be here.
   I know this might sound simplistic to some, but believe me (because I'm not running for office), a daily simple act of kindness to another; a gesture to and assistance for the maintenance  of the earth, a pause to realize where you are, will feed your soul, the planet, and set into motion more than you can imagine.
                                                    Much Love