Not very talkative the past three weeks. Oh, not that there was nothing to write about. Several doctor visits. Order to comply from the city. Linda off and a few trips out of the city. And lots of little things…
Now I must admit… when I was experiencing each and every occurrence I felt I could have written much. Heartache, disappointment, anger, fury, injustice… oh, and some fun stuff as well. I could of wrote hundreds of words about each of those mini events. At the time the writer’s quill could have waxed eloquent and at others times be a sword of vengeance.
Yep, three weeks have gone by. Now at the end of the time I find myself reflecting on those days of whine and roses. I sit here wondering if there was anything truly memorable. Perhaps. Yet with all the activity. All the pain and upset. The smiles and laughter and time spent together… I could have written much about each event but when taken on the whole it would have been an exercise of making much ado about nothing. So I will tuck away the past days in the vault of memory and perhaps on some occasion draw the odd thought out to see how it sparkles… or not.