Things have happened.  But I must present them slowly.  In the order they happened, for once.  I must be honest, no matter how painful or how embarrassing it is.  This next one has its share of pain, among other things.The years slip by

I first wrote about my life as kind of essays to myself.  That was four years ago, and I wrote things, sporadically, over the next few years, right up to the present.  Sometimes details were hazy, but, I think I made reasonable choices.  I don’t think I have wronged anyone in what I have written.

I suddenly had the urge to post the very first one.  Looking over it, I am a little embarassed at some of the sentimentality, but, the truth, as I saw it then, is there.  As I publish these posts, I try to stay as true as I can to the way I felt when the events happened.

 

I say I ‘suddenly’ had the urge.  Not quite true.  Things have happened over the past holiday season, things I am not quite ready to record yet. 

 

So…here we go…this is me…about four years ago.   first attempt

Two years past after I left home, two years pretty much a blank, as you will read in part of the following.  Life has those periods, something like traveling on a wide plain between mountain peaks, you know, when nothing of any drama happens, when the whole time seems to have passed in a haze, when you look back. This posting, though, is a sign that things would change for me, again.  Waitress

I don’t blame anyone for anything.  The ones who made it happen were too young to know what they were doing.  the ones who aggravated it, were too concerned with what they thought was my welfare.  They meant well.  Anyway.  I regret nothing.  But, here is the beginning of the beginning.  the fiddle