Blah Blah Blah....And on we go....

I never thought I would have a blog, probably for good reason.  Do I really have anything to say that anyone would care to read?  But, since the website template had a blog page, well here I am...saying blah blah blah and so forth.

The picture pretty much says it all.  Yes, I know in terms of the Universe, we aren't even a grain of sand, but even in terms of an earthly treasure like the Sequoia trees, we pale by comparison.  In every sense of the word, stalwarts of the living they are.  You must see them to appreciate them, a must for everyone's bucket list, even if there is a hole in it, dear Liza.

My poetry, such as it is, is an attempt to cryptically say how I've been feeling.  After all, isn't poetry supposed to be cryptic?  There's supposed to be hidden meaning, whether there is or not.  Sometimes it's just a word that rhymes.  (-:

Since I've retired, everyone always asks, 'how is it'?, followed by, 'whatcha been doing'?  My stock answer has been, 'I highly recommend it' (which always gets a chuckle), then I make up something for the next question/answer.  As with most things in life, no one will ever imagine what it's like until they experience it.  So, I have no wisdom to add except that your answers and feelings WILL change.

Actually, I just started drum-set lessons.  I've only had one so far, but as with all new things, I'm hooked, much to the family's chagrin (had to look that one up), though they wouldn't admit it.  One of my daughters was a percussionist in high school but never got into the drum-set that we gave her.  I guess I really never knew that there were 'drum-setters' and there were 'percussionists' and often 'never the twain shall meet'.  (Did you know that 'twain' comes NOT from Mark Twain, but from the Old English 'twegen', meaning 'two'....now how they got twain out of twegen???  So does Mark Twain become Mark Twegen?)  I guess I always thought they'd never get to meet Mark Twain, cuz he's dead.  But, some of us live on...found that next quark.

I had always been staunchly against selling the drum set or giving it away, moving it around the house when the threat arose, always knowing that someday I would try to learn to play.  Now I have the necessary 25 square feet in the bedroom.  The cat sleeps under the floor-tom until I start abusing it (the floor-tom, not the cat).  I even bought another house to put it in...along with my other banjo and a better and larger! stash of bourbon.  So far, it is easier than golf!!, especially after a bourbon.

So there! Now I have an answer to that second question....And on we go...playing the drums and Blah-Blah-Bloging!