Picking up the Thread

I have a little book hidden away somewhere - I forget where. It was given to me around 1982 or 83 by my parents or my girlfriend - I don't remember anymore. It has a kitten on the cover, so probably my parents. My girlfriend at the time was into bunnies.

Every time I clean out my files, I stumble across it and make another entry. I wrote the first several entries when I got the book during my sophomore year (more or less) at Cameron University. Then the entries are spaced out by several years at a stretch. They chronicle my thoughts about religion, family, love, wives, houses, careers, my soul (whatever the hell that is).

But they are short, few, and years in between. They are snapshots. Every time I make a new entry I find myself appalled at the inmaturity of the writings of my predicessor (previous version - whatever). What astounds me is how much I change every 4 or 5 years when I find the thing again and make another entry.

So I shouldn't be surprised at the changes I undergo in a year's time from looking at the aging entries in this blog. I need to blog more, but I'm really busy with other things and just don't get around to it much these days. Band. Solo work. Albums. Work. Family. Exercise. Life.

I have a series of essays I wrote this last winter but did not post while I was going through a transition from one job to another. I'm considering posting them. Maybe in a few months. Maybe I'll just revise them a few more dozen times before posting them.

rbs