The Daily Grind

It never ceases to amaze me how the daily grind of life tends to make the days simply fly by. It seems like only yesterday that I was posting here, promising you, and me, that I would post more regularly, with the intent to return to my former practice of chatting about anything and everything.

Now, seven weeks later, look at the state of this blog. Nothing. May 1, 2007 to June 25, 2007, and I haven't had a spare minute to enter anything. Not a thing.

Oh, sure, a lot's gone on, all of which is ripe for comment.

Paris Hilton In Jail. (And it's about time!)

My 3 year old niece in a dance recital (and she was amazingly adorable).

Dealing with bill collectors attempting to squeeze the last possible dollar out of my father's estate. (There is one bill collector pursuing the estate for a bill for about $6.50. They've already been paid by Medicare, and you'd think that would be enough, but no.....they must insist on harassing the widow for their $6.50.)

Learning (or more appropriately, re-learning) the guitar. (My father's day present was a beautiful Seagull S6. What a nice instrument.)

One of our dearest friend's 50th Birthday Bash at the Beach. (What's more fun than a barbecue, with friends, and food, and liquor, on the Jersey Shore?)

Yet another chapter in my book about my dad. (It's far harder to write than I ever imagined it would be, and yet, the need -- the compulsion -- to write it remains very strong.)

The Jersey Shore in Spring Time. We had a wonderful weekend away, with friends, food, and drink, which, of course, was fully deserving of all of my attention.

All of this, and more, in the past seven weeks, and all of which, by way of explanation, rather than excuse, is the reason why this is my first post since May 1. The moral: Life goes on, despite your best intentions. Or, to paraphrase John Lennon, Life is what happens while you're making other plans.