I have a craving to write. Maybe not well but nonetheless.
When I was much much younger I had a paper route. A very long paper route, especially in the winter. Below zero mornings, even before the windchill was added.
The snow crunching underfoot. That was a welcome sound. This was in the days before the fancy earbuds and other do-dads (let’s say 1950-ish). I could only talk to myself for a short while. Then I would drive myself bonkers.
I would write snippets is the best that I can describe them. Do you think that is why I write such long posts now? Overcompensating for my earlier lack of verbosity? Too bad all the good ones slipped my mind it was so cold.
I am retired. I am tired. My body is kicking me for all the years of abusing it. Do I wish I had treated it better? Nah. Who knew of all the consequences.
Well, I have a book review I have to write.
I hope to see you stop and say ‘hey’. website is dabblerduckbutts.com.