Since Blahthings

 "Blahthings" was the name I gave the online journal that I kept from June 2000 through 2005. By 2005, it had become more of an annoyance than a joy. Editorial decisions that I made early on ended up displeasing important people in my life. They delighted me so I had trouble imagining them being embarrassed by being part of my journaling life. 

This time will be different. I plan to write less about the nuts and bolts of events and write more reflections of things. You can know that I still love my beloved and she is more my right hand than ever but I don't want to play journal politics with her again. Chances are that I will be reflecting on things that are at least a decade in the past most of the time. When I do write about things that have just happened, I'll probably use the - oh so clever! - disguise of the royal we so that I don't embarrass her.There won't be any attempt to make this a daily journal anymore and I won't be obsessed with audience this time. One of the main reasons why I'm doing this is because my vision is too poor right now to keep my private journal with pen and paper. I had a scare last January that forced me to make actual, legal arrangements to prepare for going blind. My vision has improved since then but I was legally blind for a while. I got some practice at metaphorical staring into the abyss and functioning through the fear.

Blogger is putting me through formatting misery here. I hate thinking about formatting while writing unless I'm hand coding which I used to enjoy. Of course, I used a form of HTML from the last millennium which predated CSS. Well, style sheets were in the second half of the book buy I never bothered learning them. In any case, I'm going to bail here before I have to fix more code.

A New Beginning

 For the record, I'm only 48 at at the time I sat down to write this and I'll be 48 for another couple of weeks. After that, I'll be 49 for an entire year before I turn 50. I'm going to be good and ready for 50 when it comes. My 40s clubbed me over the head probably because I didn't take them seriously enough. I didn't consider myself worthy of taking my diabetes medication. After all, I was dying anyway. Then again, I wasn't actually dying except for the out of control diabetes. I got whacked in the head good and hard with the old clue stick  It took me a few years to get my bearings.

My biggest problem is that I'm stubborn as whatever icon of stubbornness you prefer. I could work on being more yielding but my stubbornness is also my greatest asset. The biggest difference is that I call it dogged determination when it leads to good things. Usually, I can tell because my friends and loved ones steer me in the right direction but not always. Sometimes, my stubborn streak costs me my leg and, other times, it gets me what I want in life.

My 40s took me by surprise because I wasn't prepared to have them be about surviving poor health. I know that my 50s will be more of the same. Of course,, I don't have my gall bladder anymore so I can't go through that saga again. I need my appendix for some surgery that I need to get done. Yes, the last great project of my 40s will involve putting my appendix to good use. I just have to hope that I don't lose it to appendicitis. 

My goal will be to close the book on my 40s and be ready for a new beginning. Until then, I have a lot to do including taking my first vacation since 2010. I won't be telling you when because I don't fancy having my house burgled