I guess I have a new reason to necromance this fallow blog, and this is as good a day to do it as any.  I took a long hiatus from certain profiles on the web, due to a serious compromise of my computing security and some hardcore personal drama.  Some of it may merit mention later, but I'm not feeling it now.

While I have certainly been busy over the past years, I have not been sharing.  This hopefully, will change; I am inspired by others.  And besides, the NSA has already yukked it up over my personal foibles anyway, why not let everyone else in on the jokes?  (jk I'm not THAT funny.)

So what have I done with myself for the last (checks entries) three or four years?  In no particular order:  I have devoured a huge number of books, mostly classics, but some contemporaneous literature and nonfiction.  I felt that I had wasted my time in college pretending I was more educated than I was, and the only way to rectify it was to up my game.  I hereby apologize to everyone for being insufferable at times.  (Like, I haven't actually QUIT being annoying, but I do apologize for being like that.) 

I have worked very hard along with my kids to retrieve my mother's house from a state only fit for a very special episode of Hoarders: Buried Alive to make it a pretty, habitable and environmentally friendly domicile in North Austin.  I miss South Austin terribly, but at the rate this city is growing, this location will be considered Central Austin before long.  Therefore moving without moving.  Oh, and chickens.  You will hear about the chickens and their eggs until you want to wring my neck.  bock.

I made some astonishing, wonderful friends, and have kept up, although sparsely, with many others.  Some generic wisdom and antiquated notions about what to expect from other persons had to be discarded.  Some pleasant surprises were had.  You know who said it well was Love, in Alone Again, Or;  "You know that I could be in love with almost everyone.  I think people are the greatest fun.  And I will be alone again tonight, my dear."

And I'm not truly alone; two cats, eight hens and a rooster live here, and my sons are in and out often enough to count.  Only the cats and boys are allowed in the house.

I am still into goofy stinkburger movies, puzzling about the nature of the universe, and cooking.  I'm just no longer afraid to say so.