departure
So last night i was abandon with a flat tire at the beginning of a twelve mile bike ride I take every wed home from a place of work. Not really abandon, but stranded. Certain images sit out in my head sitting in a friend's yard who wasn't there waiting for another friend with a car to come pick me, and my now gimpy bicycle (I successfully cured the flat, but it was the back tire and so now I think the gears need a tune up or adjustment), up. I'm imagining this has something to do with that. Also, I've been having varying degrees of success keeping a journal, on paper, and that also has something to do with this. Thirdly, I'm going to be starting a blog for a research project I am involved in and I feel like I need some practice, so this too, has something to do with what I am about to say.
That is. From now on. If anyone reads this anymore, my life will be found on the pages of a blog that has been set up but which I have yet to begin writing in called "gentle (these days)" personal blog, but hopefully intriguing enough for friends. I'm going to try and keep it simple with scraps of ideas and stories from my life and work.
Lofty ambitions, but in order to go there I feel I need to abandon this space. I will however keep this on life support as occasional glimpses into my past are often v. helpful.
Aa
That is. From now on. If anyone reads this anymore, my life will be found on the pages of a blog that has been set up but which I have yet to begin writing in called "gentle (these days)" personal blog, but hopefully intriguing enough for friends. I'm going to try and keep it simple with scraps of ideas and stories from my life and work.
Lofty ambitions, but in order to go there I feel I need to abandon this space. I will however keep this on life support as occasional glimpses into my past are often v. helpful.
Aa