Or so he pretends, always with one eye at the ready and ears erect. And in that same lazy, hazy way I welcome 2019.
I never thought I’d live to see this year, not because I had some kind of death wish but because I grew up reading dystopian science fiction and thought by this time we’d either all be dead or cyborgs. Somehow we managed for forestall our inevitable ruin. The question now seems to be, for how long.
But enough of the doom and gloom. You may have noticed that this blog is undergoing an identity crisis. Marketing experts would caution against changing identities at this point (5 years into blogging) but pooh on caution. Throw it to the wind, I say.
The title “Saying Nothing in Particular” was inspired by this song.
My husband acts as if his balls are going to shrivel up and fall off whenever I play my Donovan CDs but his dreamy ballads are my respite from a cruel world. Even his more serious songs “Hurdy Gurdy Man” and “Season of the Witch” will roust me from my darkest moods. So, if you have a minute, drift along the coast with the Tinker and the Crab. Speak to no one in particular but happily. Mankind has defied the predictions of the best minds and the kitty is sleeping in the sun.
May this next year bring you health and joy.