I know I need to write more. I admit it. I’m in a 12 step program. The first step is finding the time. Since Karin moved here — and I don’t want to blame her, as heaven forbid I admit that my life a has been throw into a whorlwind since she arrived — my evenings have been let’s go here and let’s go there, and why not do this… A single shining example is as follows: while out for a walk one night we saw the Stanley theatre, and The Mousetrap was playing. This was before Karin had even had an interview - let alone a job - and so I casually said: As soon as you get an interview I’ll take you to the play. It was sort-of an incentive thing, you see. A week later she has an interview and a job, and I get to drop a wad of cash on the show, as promised. Last night we went to the play. It was fun, but normally I would have spent that evening in the Java Hut or something tippy-typing away on Mr. V. Instead: Agatha Christie murder mysteries ensue. Not that I’m blaming. No. No. No! I am simply saying that my priorities have been shifted slightly and hense the noticable lack of filler for this blog thing — which, to the untrained eye, might begin to seem abandoned. It is not. Repeat: not. I have merely been engaging in content gathering missions: photos, stories, and ideas for tales of the bizarre. And then Stephen was here - as can be observed in the “photo gallery” - touring the city, disappointed by a mysterious lack of whale sandwiches, choking down some sushi, and scarfing down my special K. It was an interesting couple of days, right Steve? But as it is: keep in touch… things might get interesting yet. |
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