Life Is What Happens Between Posts

This post was to start quite differently. I was updating the blog, making pages to separate topics, trying to appear more organized than I have been in decades, intending to post about the updates I was making to the blog and why. My change in focus came about as I began reading posts to decide upon which page to put each. I thought starting with the oldest posts would be best.

Thinking is highly overrated.

The first post in this blog (the first retained, as I deleted quite a few when I started fresh in 2010), “First Day of Class” has an image of my father, and I write that I have to call him to ask him about – oh, it doesn’t matter. It’s dumb.

Birthday Celebration 20 July 2011
And I’m stopped in my organizational plan because as of 12 April 2016, I can no longer call to ask Daddy dumb shit. Ask him if a medical examiner can legally stop an investigation into a death by inscribing on a sheet of paper, “Cause of Death: Undetermined.”

I am stupefied.

I won’t go into all the drama, the crazy, the downright disbelief that has been circling, waiting to bushwhack the semblance of that thing perceived as my equilibrium. This is not that platform. I will keep moving, even if at times the path traverses itself.

Quote for the day: Every man’s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.  Ernest Hemingway

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