Unbelievable to look and realize that I simply stopped blogging, and for no reason. And tonight is not a great time to restart (this morning actually, 12:50 a.m., drinking a shiraz and eating camembert cheese). November 2nd now, Monday in Japan, and I should be getting ready for bed.
So much has happened since my last entry, the temptation is to delete all the old entries and pretend I'm just starting out in the world of blogging. Where to begin...? My children have both graduated from university and are working in the States. My father passed away in 2013. My mother has a caregiver during the day, and my brother lives with her now. I retired at the end of March, 2014, at least for awhile. I bought a used copy of Eric Clapton's 2010 CD Clapton. My latest Facebook friend is a woman who plays rock guitar. I met her tonight at the Westside in Kita Horie. Her nickname is Mamo, and she like Sangria.
Life goes on. The profound mixes with the mundane and results in the daily continuations, routines, and the unexpected events which break them.
Once, decades ago, a group of friends and I made reservations at a new, trendy Italian restaurant in Seattle. The husband of a friend named Nancy was late, caught in traffic, and the restaurant didn't want to hold his seat. We complained, and he said in his Italian accent, "Life is vicious circus!"
It certainly is.
