Time Flits

Tempus do fugit, do it not? I tentatively started this blog last January and here we are still (that would be the royal we), 12 months later, chugging along in relative quiet, albeit occasionally hollering at daily headlines. I suppose I should try to conjure up some new thoughts (and inspirational material) and not hark back to the old ones of ’06. Old thoughts are like the leftovers in my fridge…forgotten but not gone.

Most of my attention of late has been directed toward Ismael, a best bud in Quincy, MA, who is currently taking the high road against the dreaded big C, including a daily blog iterating his progress. His blog has certainly trumped mine, big time, but I understand it is serving a higher purpose; that is, it relieves him of having to convey the same current events a hundredfold. This man captured my heart many years ago and he never let go and, as he says, well, get over it…blah blah blah.

Don’t tell him I said so but I love him and would gladly rent one of my own lungs to him if we could work out a deal that would benefit us both. He’s a lusty Puerto Rican dude so maybe we could trade a lung for a testicle. If he threw in a home-knitted sweater and maybe a hat (I know socks are out of the question) it’s something I might consider.