At the overripe old age of 56 (many good friends have kindly assured me I’m definitely past my best-before date) I have decided to start a blog.
Why now? Why a blog? What could I possibly hope to achieve? What would my therapist think? (I can hear him now… knitting his eyebrows and muttering “mmmm hmm!”… actually, he’s lying on his couch right next to me).
Why Now? … because I may not be here tomorrow. I fully understand perpetual life is not assured, and on the other hand, I may leave the house.
Why a blog? That’s easy… Phoning everyone bored enough to read this would take forever, and I only have 500 Vonage minutes per month.
What about my therapist? That’s EXACTLY the point I’m trying to make, or avoid making.
My only hope is to post comments and observations that will cause the reader to pause, then after a few moments reflection, give a wry little smile, and then grudgingly conclude “What an ass!”.
At very least, I expect these pithy little observations will provide a moment’s amusement, while altering the course of history and the very fabric of space.