I’ve been feeling like a snowball lately rolling down a big glacierous mountain and that is not just a comment on my weight. Honestly, I’m feeling a little more svelte than usual having given up the gin and tonics. No I’m speaking about emerging from this cocoon that I had found myself in, this cloister where I was not able to grow one iota – I was about to be a dead moth trapped in it. But something happened, I walked across the Magnolia Bridge and saw divers looking at the corrosion and that led me to get involved with the bridge project, and then the bridge project awakened a grander vision and well it’s been a snowball in summer, mind you, but a snowball nonetheless.
I have come to a fork in the road dear readers and I clearly see the path to follow.
Sounds good. Send that snowball my way if you can. I’ve gotten so lazy about blogging and everything else, it’s ridiculous.
To blog or not to blog, Alice, that is the question.