My schedule is off today. Specifically, I am skipping my morning writing time to get the kids off to school because Susan, my wife, has finals this week. Then, next week, Susan starts an intense, two-week, mini-semester in which she will be completing her Business Law II course. For the next three weeks, therefore, my writing time will be limited. Proper (or perhaps I should say "typical") Caveat Emptor posts during the next three weeks will, therefore, be somewhere between infrequent and nonexistent. I apologize to the many, many people for whom my writing is the only thing keeping them from plunging, headlong, into the abyss.
I will not eschew posting altogether. I cannot get into the writing zone of my brain in my home where so many other things pertain to me (in the coffee shop I can write because, although there is noise and activity, it does not pertain to me.)
I can, however, work on a little project I've been kicking around. I'm going to write one of those lists of "100 Things About Me." I can easily do this with one brain tied behind my back. So, with no further ado, here goes the first bit.
1. My parents were hippies, which simply means that they were silly, freedom-loving (in a shallow sense) kids who happened to be in their teens and early twenties during a decade in history in which being those sorts of people made you hippies. There were also, of course, all sorts of aesthetic and stylistic habits and preferences that came with the territory. They weren't activists, though. They weren't hippie environmentalists or war
protesters. They were just kids. They dropped out. They got married. They lived in a van. My sister was born when my mom was 17. I was born when my mom was 18. I was born in a town in which I never lived, Stephenville, Texas. We were just passing through. We were poor. I had long, blond hair. Hippies.
I'll have to do more than one of these a day or it will take many, many days (approximately one hundred.) But, this is all for which I have time today.
Hello, friend. Peace.
Later. Love.