Never find fault with the absent. – Alexander Pope
Ok, I know – it's been a while. More than a while actually. Six and a half years.
It didn't feel real until I typed it out.
As you can imagine, quite a lot has happened since the first half of 2015.
Life has had some stellar high points, as well as some dreadful lows. I've lost a mother—mine this time—during the start of the pandemic (but not COVID-related), a cousin and even a good friend.
I've stopped drinking. That's a good thing. I'm only half-wit(ty) after a few. I'm not against it and there will be rehashing of liqueur recipes, fear not. It's just no longer something I want to do, for me.
I've lost weight, and gained it back, and then lost it again. All on purpose, if you can say you gain weight because you purposefully/mindlessly shove food in your face. I guess you do in a way.
I've discovered a recent penchant for some interesting foraging. Semi-dangerous foraging. More elucidation on that in future posts.
I've done some smart things; I've done some really stupid. As have we all.
We've another Bouvier des Flandres. He's the light of our lives. Big hairy smelly thing that he is. He's now two and still doesn't listen worth a s*#t. I shouldn't say that. He's a very good boy. Most of the time.
Self-employment has been a rollercoaster. Working for yourself holds great joys but I can never get used to the feeling I don't know where my next client will be coming from. You see, when you own the business it's your responsibility to bring in the work so I'm told. That's hard.
I may even cross-pollinate with some material from my design business.
Anyway, I hope you will all take me back into your hearts as I slowly stoke the furnace of my creativity and begin to publish once again. Over my first incarnation as a blogger I received some really wonderful comments on my posts. Heartfelt messages that at the time made it all worthwhile. I'm sure I will again.
Constantly churning out content isn't as easy as it may seem. Sometimes those around you suffer for your "craft". Like my spouse (sorry). So I've made a promise to myself that although I will post very frequently, it just won't be CONSTANTLY. But if you follow in any of the myriad social media channels I use you'll know when I've dropped one – metaphorically.
So as Bette Davis famously said in All About Eve:
"Fasten your seat belts, it's gonna be a bumpy ride."
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So happy you are doing this again.I always enjoyed your blog's So bravo and welcome back !😘ReplyDelete
Wow. This is the strangest thing. I've had many tabs open to entries in this blog for months, mostly re foraging. I live locally and have developed a bit of a foraging addiction. Many times, I have found your notes most helpful of any. Thank you so much!ReplyDelete
Today, I decided, would be the day that I figure out the term for that blue-green colour belonging to certain conifers - which I should have noted when I read it initially. Despite great pride in an ability to vary search terms, I'm wincingly feeling defeated. I'm pretty darned sure that I read it here. Please please say you know the word. It was such a good one to share, and not being able to retrieve it makes my brain hurt. Not so much a foraging question as one of collecting vocabulary. I was contemplating asking you when I saw this post, and then it just seemed too weirdly wonderful timing. Again, thank you. Your cooking is also inspired. I truly do hope you'll write about the semi-dangerous foraging.
Hi Jacqueline. Thanks for finding my writing useful. Hmmmm. I can't for the life of me think of the term. Who knows... If it does pop into my head I'll come back and reply again.Delete