It’s hard to believe but over the past year and a half, I’ve created over 500 blog posts. This exercise has been a fascinating journey. I’d like to say it’s changed my life but I can’t imagine how it would be different. And it has brought me a lot of satisfaction.

Today we have members of the family showing up with dogs and children. The weather is perfect and the fridge is full of food. Beverages are near at hand, the TV works, and there is always my bedroom for a nap or if the noise gets too loud. My wife tells me there are 26 names on the list for tomorrow and heaven only knows how many dogs will show up too. Most of them will be gone by the end of Sunday and life will return to normal.

We have a lot to be thankful for, and this is my feeble effort to thank all of you who read these posts from time to time.

The Dance

In Breughel’s great picture, The Kermess, the dancers go round, they go round and around, the squeal and the blare and the tweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and fiddles tipping their bellies, (round as the thick-sided glasses whose wash they impound) their hips and their bellies off balance to turn them. Kicking and rolling about the Fair Grounds, swinging their butts, those shanks must be sound to bear up under such rollicking measures, prance as they dance in Breughel’s great picture, The Kermess.

William Carlos Williams