Yes yes, I know you think that also means wasabi.
No, no. That stuff is very dangerous. Tasty though.
9 years of doing this blog thing and still I have not given up. Except now I have.
It was ever so nice to know you.
Go with God.
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| Josie and her mother |
14 comments:
Take care of yourself, I'll miss your blog.
Paul L. Quandt
I wondered who commented but didn't expect you.
I won't give up writing. I've just given up on the other poison.
I was a little slow. It took me about 5 years to go and dispose of the family portrait that used to grace my living room wall. OTGH, I pretty much trashed all of it when I left CA. I went back a time or two and looked into the PODs and decided I was done with that and gave all of it away. As I said, it took some time. Totally fucking over my life was not my decision and I didn't take it easy. It took some time to accept it.
I haven't heard from her in 9 years. She is her mother's child. As I wrote, I finally accept that. Now I'll blog for me.
I am glad you will continue to blog. Peace be with you.
It is hard to let go. You have friends Cap'n. Lean on us as needed.
We're here.
What Brig said...
And with you.
Thanks. You, Lex, Buck and good sweet Villainess Company made it worth while to read and to write. So have all of my friends here.
She says a lot more than me in far fewer words, and so abide in peace. If that is your will.
Will there be a way to still find out what you have to say? I rather value your opinions and ideas. You are Badger Approved, you know.
This place is home to what I say publicly. I count myself an honorable man. A gentleman. Tonight I even found me telling whossname that as Peers of the Lilly, blah blah blah. I was raised in a certain way, as were all of us.
2 of us might have read Sir Nigel and I suspect 2 of us read about Northroyal and we chose to behave all our lives, like it was real.
I concur with Old AF Sarge.
Cap'n, you scared the bejeezus outa me too. You're a daily read that I'd dearly miss. One day you'll have to come visit the Post on the west side of Metroparkcentralis...
I kept a picture of my stepdaughter in my living room for many years after her mother and I broke up.
When I moved, I left it in a folder.
There is a stack of photos of her taken when she was 4 - 7. I contacted her mother a few years ago to see if she wanted them, and got no reply. Could not bring myself to toss the lot.
She was 12 the last time I saw her. She'll turn 29 in August.
Maybe it's time, finally, for me, too.
Never.
Yes, I let the one on my desk now fall to the floor and it was there for almost 10 years. I still live in and cherish the hope that she will call although I thin that bus has already passed. I get that we both missed out but as long as I'm alive, the dream that I used to have is still alive. I find that dreams are more restful if you fashion them properly before you close your eyes.
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