The bookmark
Why now? It was not a cosmically aligned kind of day. It was the end of the year and I did not feel the need to make any New Years resolutions. I had given that up long before I had given up drinking wine. There were plenty of distractions. Family, home and work. Do I really have time for this? I asked myself. And why had I chosen to write in the past tense? Did I need to be concerned about punctuation? This seemed to be the least of my concerns. I had given some thought about the other distractions that might prevent me from writing, and thought that I should include these, not because they were important, but because I would be writing something, anything at all. A wife that liked to watch hours of TV, grandkids walking into my home office because there was no door to knock on. Their parents had taught them to ask, is it okay if I come into your office grandpa? They liked to look at all of the odds and ends on the shelves, he said without writing about the all of the things that were placed there. Our eldest granddaughter Anne walked into the room, quiet as a mouse. Who are you talking to, grandpa? She asked. Oh, hello there. Just talking to myself. Can Charlie and I go outside with you?
This was to be a timely interruption but also a synchronicity that led to the beginning of a new paragraph. Anne was nine and her younger brother Charlie, was approaching six years old. Anne seemed to be much smarter than me in a debate club kind of way. While outside I remembered that they could be quite wild. They like to distribute all manner of belongings throughout the yard, and hide things in unusual places. They played a game of throwing fir cones at each other from a safe distance that turned out to be not that safe after all. I picked up tools that had been left outside during the festive season, when all four grandkids had been here. While I did that, they picked up hundreds of cones and put them in buckets for me, which I greatly appreciated. The truth came out that their cousin Beatrice, our eight year old granddaughter and their cousin Derek born 23 hours after Charlie had been partially responsible for the cluttered state of the yard.
Now our daughter has taken the two of them home and I am left to ponder why I am writing here. Feeling quite compelled to write and realizing that this might be a good decision for me. I would have to give something up to allow for time. This grandpa who was unlikely to retire, which was a whole other subject that all manner of people seemed to have an opinion about.
It will have to be some of the TV time that is expendable, but I will make time as often as possible for writing here. Here are some other details, by way of introduction. It was Deepseek that led me here. It led me to believe that if I started to write here that people would find me. I am not writing to earn an income. If that comes later, it would be welcome, but I might find it a little puzzling as well. I had planned to wait until the New Moon at 28 degrees of Capricorn to start this, but suddenly thought today is the day. I will make no promises. Thank you for reading here.
