No, I did not travel to Europe and read under olive trees in the Tuscan sun. Last September I didn't even know I was going to be away. My mind just sort of separated from my body and took a little vacation. No hospitalization necessary. A combination of physical ailments, stress, pecuniary worries and family insecurities can suction a stable mind faster than a cloth on a dry erase board.
I'm back. Not Baaaaaack, but back.
Lots has happened in the interim, new babies were born and some are still in the queue, lost family members were found and welcomed into the fold, and, six family members have filled the long empty rooms of this house. Activity abounds 'round the clock. Someday, if you find me sleeping in my van in your driveway, this will clue you in as to why. My "walkin's still not workin", my hands still need a hot dishpan full of suds in the morning to start bending, but my heart is full and my spirit is looking forward to whatever comes my way. [At a slower speed please, God]
This week I will post a picture heavy catalog of my creative projects, but the accompanying verbiage will be slight, kind of like FDR's instructions on what makes a good speech...."Be sincere, be brief, be seated."
[not quite] As ever,
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