Train number 2009

It's been a helluva last couple months, swamped with Holy Days preparations that seemed to pile up more than in the past, even though once I got to them they gave me a certain calm.(One thing I've learned in recent times is that any chore---the more meaningless the better--- can be a time for meditation or "daydreaming".) It was also a melancholy time as I, along with my siblings, experienced the holidays without a parent, but we also saw in children's bodies such excitement that they couldn't help but jump up and down. How I wish I could experience life like that again.But the weather, even for this veteran Michigander, buffeted and wore me down. It seemed like there was no let up from Thanksgiving to Christmas.

So I've fallen into doing the easy thing on this and other blogs: cut and paste some cute picture and call it done. Now, with laughter as a goal, that's a big part of "Erato", just not very creative. One potential benefit of blogs is regular stabs at creative writing and essays, with a potential, albeit unknown audience in mind.If I can't be creative in some little way, shape or form, I might as well just up and die ( and there have been some days where unwritten musical notes have been just about the only thing stopping me from opening the door down the hall and to the right---That, and of course my cowardice.) I just want to know what becomes of things.

So, despite the fact that photographs and mirrors no longer do me any favors, there are wonderful things still worth waiting around for: one more chance to look into Anna's eyes, one more taste of Nancy's Creme Brulee, hearing good friends saying hello,and being stunned by new music appearing out of nowhere.

The Lord take a likin' to ya...