Though as I typed the title, I first hit the r instead of the t and therefore it would be the rime, a “frost formed by the rapid freezing of…”, the definition of Oxford Languages gives “water vapor in cloud or fog” but let’s replace that with writing. Vapor, cloud, fog, freeze, those nouns/verbs work well with a cease in writing here.

Today as I read the blogs of friends, which I get to enjoy, think through and get feelings of connection from, each day, I thought about this blog of mine. Figured that it could be some dead thing, pieces of it sitting in some unseen space, and thought that perhaps I would go in and see if any of it was still around. Here it is.

What have I done in the four years in which I have not written here? I have written much on scattered sheets of paper, in tidy on the outside but scribbled and drawn into on the inside journals, with friends in writing groups – in person then online during the rampage of the Covid 19 virus – and on other laptops that lit up then croaked in unexpected moments.

I have gone from having a steady job, working with people that I consider family, to waiting for the business to re-open through the beginning of the pandemic, always figuring the virus would go away and all would be a-ok, then lost job for good (why do we say for good about things that can feel bad?) as the business tried to re-open and the new vibe of recovery from the lockdown-time just did not work for the business. I worked there for thirty-two years and being put into this new perspective has been quite a shift in my life. There’s something I can explore here, later.

That exploration, and other diggings into occurrences are what I can look into, reflect upon, throw around and other idiomatic phrases, in my blog.

Time to melt the rime off life.