A neat street

(With apologies to Mr. Plumbean)

When I walk the dog at night, I look into my neighbors’ uncurtained windows and see what’s on their TV screens.  It’s not really peeking if there aren’t curtains, right?  Tonight there were probably ten TVs tuned to the presidential debate, and only one to the baseball game.  I love that about where I live.

I saw this jack-o-lantern on the way home, and I love that, too.

Hello again

So.  Hello again.  I’ve been thinking about blogging.  I didn’t intend for that last post to be the end, but it did have a nice, round finality to it.  But now, sitting here after some three and a half months away, I realize that the point of the blog was that infertility and that particular loss would not have final word.

And I’ve been reading this book (the link is actually to the author’s TED talk — the book is a mighty hill to climb.  As my beloved Sister would say, you’ve got to really hate the Romans…) as research for the book I’m writing.  The book talks about all of the stuff that people are creating online for free and lifts up all this free creation as having moral and philosophical importance.  We are impelled by a need to create and share, whether for grand motives or base ones.  So, here I am again.

And what do I have to say after all these weeks?  Oh, not so much.  Only that, I do not look like this:

(Photo: New York Times)

But that is, I think, the direction in which I would like my look to go.  These shoes notwithstanding.