I've had lots of time for thinking here lately. Watching someone heal and recover from surgery can be busy by times, but there is also a lot of time to just wait... I've gone back through the years of archives here and at Swan's Heart, and read a lot of what I wrote way back then. I've also noticed that, in those earlier days, it was common for posts to draw comments. Not dozens of comments, but sometimes a half dozen or even a dozen (singular). And it used to be that the things I wrote about here sparked responses from Tom.
Now, if I do think of something to say; something that seems to matter to me -- mostly there is no response. I have, after all this time, run out to the end of my "useful blogging life." Things have been too serious here for too long. We hardly spank anymore, and most often when we do, it is me doing the spanking. There's the beginning of exploration into shamanism, but that is just weird. I could put up menus and recipes but that's not what this place is supposed to be about. Baseball? Football? Politics? Our aging and living and quietly loving as we've come to? I've just got nothing to say that matters to anyone but me.
It makes me sad. I feel lonely. I wish for the days when there were lively conversations here. Things change. Life goes on. This has been a good place, and I have loved knowing the people who visited here. Time to move on; draw the curtains on this public thing.