Renaissance

It never fails, I have a birthday and I wax melodramatic for about a week. Of course those who know me would point out that I am always melodramatic. So here I am feeling melodramatic and doing something completely out of my normal character. Thus I write my first blog entry, so that I can pretend to be an author (of a sort) believing that someone other then my mother would care about my deep thoughts and meditations. I can almost picture two close friends of mine rolling their eyes, saying one to another, “Here we go again.”

During the course of the last ten years I have lost contact with many whose friendship I once valued. I have been pondering different ways that I may be able to reestablish contact with those whom I have drifted away from. While I sat in my study one day thinking great thoughts I received E-mail from one such friend. Contained within this letter of electronic medium I learned of her newly established family blog. I was pleasantly surprised to see not only her face, but also the faces of her husband and children whom I have no memory of ever meeting. I must admit that I have suffered from no small measure of cognitive dissonance as my memory of a girl conflicted with the image of a woman depicted in these digitized photographs.

From there my vastly inflated ego took over, and I reasoned that if these simple photographs could bring me so much pleasure, surly all of my previous acquaintances would be overjoyed to read my excessive rambling and view photographs of my quaint little family.

It is therefore my intent to write a brief summery of my adventures over the course of the last ten years. Perhaps there will even be a few willing to read the written words of this aspiring windbag.