Thoughts to spice your food and life. Musings, etheral moods, changing with the whims of time. Life on the home front is amazingly transient, like a good meal you had once, that is only now a memory.
My grandmother never saw the internet while on earth. My dad just missed Barack Obama elected president. I dig in garden dirt in daylight and sometimes at night look up at the stars and realize how those in times past thought their time here was “it”, just as we do now. It’s more like we’re all one big, never-ending cast of temporary workers revolving around some business (busy-ness) until we’re replaced by another or move on to a different place.
What better way to capture some its substance than blogging about it.