I'm experiencing one of those periods of life during which I haven't much to say.
Things are good. I'm generally content. I go from day to day in a comfortable routine. I'm not getting out of the house much. I'm not making photographs. I'm not outraged at the military-industrial complex. I'm simply happy to while away my hours reading books and chatting with friends.
This sort of life doesn't make for good weblog entries.
And so I am quiet.
Too, I've been contemplating a massive restructuring of this weblog. For the past three-and-a-half years, it has been built around a single long daily entry. This has its advantages and its disadvantages.
But what if I moved to a more conventional weblog style? What if I instead concentrated on posting shorter entries more often? I would still have the option of creating long, rambling entries about my childhood, but at the same time I'd be able to dash off snippets from daily life. It'd be easier to justify a post relating a single funny conversation, or a quick book review, or a series of links to interesting web sites. Most importantly, I think the shorter blocks of text would allow me to be more ruthless in self-editing.
It's a tough decision, one I've been wrestling with for several weeks.
The Monday Night Football gang has only met twice so far this season, but I've enjoyed both gatherings. In recent years, I've spent most Monday Night Football evenings playing with the kids, partly because I liked it, and partly to give the parents a break. The kids are old enough to play by themselves now, which means that once again I'm able to sit around and chat with old friends. (Remember: these are people with whom I've been close for twenty years.)
Two weeks ago, I spent the evening talking with Steve about his childhood in Kenya. Last night, I sat with the women and listened to them talk about friends and kids and food.
The group met at Roger and Kristin's house. Kristin's sister, Karen, joined us. Karen was a good friend in high school, but I've had little contact with her for the past fifteen years. (To be honest, I had a horrible crush on Karen when I was a teenager. Of course, I had a crush on all the girls then.) It was wonderful to chat with her again, and to hear her laugh.
I look forward to more conversations throughout the rest of the season: Canadian Thanksgiving next week at Jeff and Steph's house, our first trip to Mike and Wendy's on the following week, on through Ham Feast on the last week of the season.
Friends are good.
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2002 — Weather Watcher The coming of autumn, like the arrival of spring, causes me to become more aware of the weather.