"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings." ~ from Jabberwocky, by Lewis Carroll
It is time, my friends, to retire That Rebel, and now that it's here, my heart is heavy. I am saying goodbye to a dear friend.
Why today? It's my fifty-fifth birthday. And it seemed right. Something about that number feels powerful. Double nickels. Five five.
As a child, fifty-five was ancient. But I don't feel old. Just wise. And worn a bit thin around the edges, thank you Bilbo.
I celebrated. Got lots of calls, texts and Facebook birthday well-wishes, making me feel very loved and remembered. Thank you all. This evening I ate an enormous ribeye at Gabe's, followed by an obscenely delicious berry cobbler, warm with vanilla ice cream.
Can you say waddle?
Afterward, we listened to EG Kight and Lola Gully play some blues, R & B, a little funk and some soul in 100-degree temperatures, in spite of the evening hour. Then ended the evening with fireworks viewed from the air conditioned comfort of my home. Well. It was a backdoor window view, but still.
June 30, 2012. A day of moment. For me. For this blog. And for my new blog Blessed Are The Peace Makers.
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings." ~ from Jabberwocky, by Lewis Carroll
It is time, my friends, to retire That Rebel, and now that it's here, my heart is heavy. I am saying goodbye to a dear friend.
Why today? It's my fifty-fifth birthday. And it seemed right. Something about that number feels powerful. Double nickels. Five five.
As a child, fifty-five was ancient. But I don't feel old. Just wise. And worn a bit thin around the edges, thank you Bilbo.
I celebrated. Got lots of calls, texts and Facebook birthday well-wishes, making me feel very loved and remembered. Thank you all. This evening I ate an enormous ribeye at Gabe's, followed by an obscenely delicious berry cobbler, warm with vanilla ice cream.
Can you say waddle?
Afterward, we listened to EG Kight and Lola Gully play some blues, R & B, a little funk and some soul in 100-degree temperatures, in spite of the evening hour. Then ended the evening with fireworks viewed from the air conditioned comfort of my home. Well. It was a backdoor window view, but still.
So no, I'm not going away quietly in the night. I'm shifting focus. Or rather, gaining focus. I hope you'll stop by. I'll be on WordPress, rather than Blogger. But there's a Follow button at the top left of the page, and a 'subscribe by email' button on the right. If you're interested, I'd love to have you.
Thank you to each and every one of you: my readers, friends, family, countrymen, worldmates. Thank you to my writer friends and my commenters. I will not take That Rebel down. I couldn't. There is too much of me in here, too much of you.
Yeah. I'll leave the old girl up. For posterity.
