More Than a Month

More than a month since I last posted. Not a promising start that: one brief post per month. But coming up for air from a most unpleasant late winter/early spring does take some time. And I do mean "air" -- breathing while combating springtime allergies is a challenge.
Lots of knitting has been accomplished, however, several skirts, a vest, and morphing inspiration buzzes around frequently. Good things to remind one of confidence rocked soundly and feared gone. [Syntax courtesy of Lost in Austen. Very fun; do rent it.]

Daylight

Sometimes those late-night,uncontrolled ramblings in the back of my head are, I just know, the best posts I come up with. Of course, I don't rise and actually write them out. But there is the faint memory of having been really creative and articulate, at least at some point in my day.

Back here now in SFO, thinking, looking around, weighing options, remembering how lucky one is to have options at all. Chin up.

Re-Entry

It's short for "demobilized." In other words, released from an existence quite different from the one looming: sent home from active service with a small amount of cash, maybe some honors, maybe not, and hoping there is a life in this new world that can give meaning to the future. Many worthier than I have been here, are here every day. My experience is just a faint whisper of the returns of others who have been eye-deep in hell. I've not been in hell, just a funny version of what I thought was heaven.