New beginnings. Even for a blog. I'm sure you're sitting on the edge of your seat waiting to see what I have to write about. Trust me. Get up out of that chair, fix yourself a stiff drink, put on a cute shirt, and go dancing, go to Starbucks, go to a bar, hell, go to Walgreen's. Any of those options will undoubtedly be more entertaining.
Before we go any further: I do not drink Coors. Someone handed me the can. I drank it. I'm easy that way. Speaking of easy, I think we need some T.S. Eliot to christen the blog:
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
He's not fashionable, but I like Eliot. Go read him now.
I suppose I should have entitled this blog "Lowered Expectations." I don't want to get anyone's hopes up. I've already asked people what I should write about first. Or "Chronicle of Writer's Block Foretold." That would have been good.
But, iced tea seemed much more central to my life. And sarcasm. Yes I said yes I will yes. (too random? just wait.)
Thanks for your time, your interest, and that wink on the subway.
You've used ten different labels once each. Somewhere in that, there is a lesson.