Ho Ho Ho Home Sweet Boat
Damn, it's just not supposed to be this cold here in Galveston, Texas.
Awakening to the sound of sleet tickling the deck above, I'm greeting this Christmas Eve Day with a counterattack of warmth of heart in a snug and cozy boat.
And with much to be thankful for, with my most humbled appreciation for each of you who've commented, e-mailed and even called lo these many weeks past. I scarecly merit your inquiries, but I'm grateful all the same. Please do accept my sincerest apologies for having not replied.... it's not that I wasn't congizant of your great intentions....it was that I could no more write there than I could have here. And, I didn't.
You've helped to keep me sane and safe through many troubling times. I'll catch y'all up on the roller-coaster life which has been my life later, but not now. Today though, I want you all to know how very much I appreciate and hold you dear.
My folks are doing well, my cats are warm and happy and I'm beginning to see some daylight in my heart too. Sometimes, nothing but time....for which there is no substitute........time, is what's needed to mend a broken heart, to soothe a troubled soul and to rest a weary mind.
The New Year cometh, and I'm truly looking forward to it.
In the next few weeks, the comments on all old posts will be closed, one by one. Until TypePad generates a tool to help kill spambots, that's going to be the only way to manage this small site. Further, a frequent commenter (to be named later, now hush!), will join me on deck, making Smoke on the Water, for the first time, a collaborative writing effort.
Gawd though, I can't believe what I'm feeling right now. I'm damn near moved to tears, just being here at the keyboard again, and wanting to write, instead of wanting anything but the agony of facing the screen with an empty heart and a shattered soul.
Time heals all wounds.......and time is on my side for a change.
Again, a very Merry Christmas to each and every one of you.
All my Love.
Jim
Sloop New Dawn
Galveston, TX