Interruptions

The failing phone had the old blog password and so this August 1st we start anew, just before the chimes of midnight.  Sable yesterday followed by IWK yesternight, the mocking of fortune as the Black Tot spectacularity required its penance.  Poor big man bearing the brunt, and yet again the hormones harp upon the old familiars to disrupt the merry scenes. We have much to do before the little man JB arrives.  Alas, the cries come from the next room.  The Elmo Bocelli tonight was grand, as was the meal, as was the neighbour assistance in recharging the car and sharing the truck on arrival from Gateway, as was the news from the doc when it eventually came in the wee hours of this 3rd engagement anniversary.

So much still to learn, so much to be thankful for, so much to attempt to improve.  Try you must.  Record the foibles and follies here.  Be better.  I long to see what the future holds, but the bucket list has checked another box with Sable and those sands and teeth of time.  Let’s revel in that even as the ever-present circle of life yields in its moments.  RIP Charlie and Bill.  The old guard is making way.