Hello my (remaining) OtherEnders.
Many of you have asked why I haven't posted in a long time. The answer is, no surprise, complicated.
There is the easy stuff -- I've been slammed at work, traveling too much, and trying to focus on my book (much to my coauthor's surprise).
But I also feel like I've lost my voice. I have blogging laryngitis.
So rather than try to give a speech, let me give an anecdote.
I'm lucky enough to be moving to LA, along with SL. That's great, and the new house is cool, and I love LA.
However, it also means I'm leaving the house I shared with Jeanne.
We are moving in several pieces, for various timing reasons, but we just finished the first part. We had people come and load a truck for us.
Two men I didn't know carried sealed boxes down the stairs, one by one, and out the front door.
Just like the two men I didn't know who carried a bag, zipped up, with her in it, down the stairs, and out the front door.
Every box I pack feels like I'm killing her. She's dying, again. And it hurts as much this time as it did last.
I am very glad I have SL in my life, I'm thankful for my friends and those that support me. And for you, my readers, as well. But I haven't forgotten.
The old buzzard was wrong.
Give the next taxi to someone who needs it, a bit more than you.
Many of you have asked why I haven't posted in a long time. The answer is, no surprise, complicated.
There is the easy stuff -- I've been slammed at work, traveling too much, and trying to focus on my book (much to my coauthor's surprise).
But I also feel like I've lost my voice. I have blogging laryngitis.
So rather than try to give a speech, let me give an anecdote.
The day you left, you got an early start
(...)
I opened the door to your room down the hall
I turned on the light
And all that I saw
Was a bed and a desk and couple of tacks
No sign of someone who expects to be back
--Mary-Chapin Carpenter
I'm lucky enough to be moving to LA, along with SL. That's great, and the new house is cool, and I love LA.
However, it also means I'm leaving the house I shared with Jeanne.
I've seen your face a hundred times
Everyday we've been apart
--Ozzy Osbourne
We are moving in several pieces, for various timing reasons, but we just finished the first part. We had people come and load a truck for us.
Two men I didn't know carried sealed boxes down the stairs, one by one, and out the front door.
Just like the two men I didn't know who carried a bag, zipped up, with her in it, down the stairs, and out the front door.
It should have been easier by three
our old friend fear and you and me
--Bush
Every box I pack feels like I'm killing her. She's dying, again. And it hurts as much this time as it did last.
I am very glad I have SL in my life, I'm thankful for my friends and those that support me. And for you, my readers, as well. But I haven't forgotten.
The old buzzard was wrong.
Get this party started on a Saturday nightJeanne made me a set of CDs for a present once, including her favorite songs. One of which was that Pink tune. More OtherEnd soon, I promise, and on brighter topics.
Everybody's waitin' for me to arrive
Sendin' out the message to all of my friends
-Pink
Give the next taxi to someone who needs it, a bit more than you.