It has been eleven years since I started talking to myself on this "blog". Somehow it is satisfying to be able to speak what's on my my and have only the dog to respond to it. Yet, I don't really speak my mind because there is the chance that someone that I care about might be hurt to read it. We all have pain and disappointment that is caused by friends and family that hurts deeply but that we cannot speak about because they still are important and mean so much to us. I like to give the impression that I am a tough guy and that I am OK with letting people go when they hurt me, but that is really not how it is. John Wayne said, "Forgive you enemy, but remember the bastards name." That is true but at the same time you try not to loose a person only because they broke your heart.
I have been trying to keep busy during the pandemic by making little things out of clay. It is pleasing to see something nice come from the labor (passion) of your hands.
