I was here, but then I wasn’t.
Now, it would appear, that I’m back.
Not sure why, but sometimes the actual reasons are not all that important.
Since I last wrote on my own website, a few things have changed.
COVID did some serious damage along the way, so there is that.
In the good ole’ USA they voted a village lost their idiot who has since been voted out of the president’s chair. Hopefully soon, said idiot will be offered an orange jumpsuit (camouflage for him) over either tax evasion or sedition.
We have an unjust war going on that was not started by the USA. Didn’t see that coming. Started by the US, sure, but not by someone else.
Since the last time I wrote on a venue such as this, we have three of four Strandlings all now in adulthood. The fourth is not all that far behind her brothers and sisters, so the empty nest light is beckoning and getting very bright.
Well, mostly empty nest.
The family got a little bigger at the beginning of 2022 with the addition of a six-week-old (then) by the name of Darth Willowe, Destroyer of Planets.
That’s her lovely photo from just the other day. She’s now thirteen-months-old and the ruler of our home, for the most part. In that photo you can see the glare she gives us most of the time as though she is simply tolerating us in order to get fed.
Oh, and a new book coming likely sometime in the spring. About time I got back to that as well and more to come as I get more ramped up into that.
As for that pending empty nest, there are plans afoot that are the reason for the new blog title. For those of you that don’t recall, for years my blog was entitled “Stranded in Toronto”
I always played the roll of the boy born just askew the Rocky Mountains and had been yearning to get back ever since.
That getting back bit…well, there might be something to it in the next two-to-five years. Just ideas so far but will begin to bandy them about here as they solidify.
Now feels like an appropriate time to begin this again as the snow is on the ground here, already. And it is “already” as Toronto is much further south than most people admit. There is another storm bearing down on us that should start tomorrow, as well. Might even mean I work from home Friday as driving could be an adventure.
I’m sure some reading this might recall my love for adventures.
And now, with COVID over (HA!), there is likely to be some return to that as well.
Of course there will be. What fun is life without casual adult fun that many thing is immoral?
I’m still the same atheistic, ethical non-monogamy advocate, and political leftist that I’ve always been.
One change I have forgotten to mention is I’m now barreling towards mid-fifties. My fiftieth birthday was during the first year of COVID and spent instructing a nurse to pull the plug on my cancer-riddled father. Well, almost to the day, but it was that weekend.
There has been too many deaths close to home that started, for me, the autumn before COVID. The problem is, as that age thing keeps creeping up, that will only get worse.
Likely about time I had that midlife crisis that so many recommend.
Or maybe that already happened when we brought home the dog.
Hard to say.
About the dog, though…that story to follow should Her Majesty approve of how Laura (my wife…you remember her, right?) and I made such an impulsive act.
Will there be more spicy stories on this blog, like my old one?
Pffft…how could there not be?
