I was just struck with a total sense of panic. Not for anything real or serious, but rather because I realized that May was ending and I was about to let an entire month go by without writing one word here. Blogger tells me that my last post was on April 13th. As I write that sentence I feel like I'm in a confessional, even though I've never been to confession, saying, "Bless me father for I have sinned. It has been six weeks since my last post." Irish Catholic guilt is with me even without being raised Catholic. Now that's something.
I panicked because I loved writing here. I don't want to let this go. But as the space between posts grew I started to feel that it was a silly endeavor to start with and I was not cut out for keeping up with it. And once that tiny nagging thought crept into my head I let go of writing and have not been back to this page since.
But here I am. Back again. I am not sure what will come next but I thought enough time had passed without any words.
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And a very happy unofficial start to summer to you. My annual welcome summer party begins momentarily with an afternoon with a friend and a weekend at my grandmother's. It's good to be back.