Wednesday, April 18

Nose in the air

OH! Another subscriber to the blatherings of bill and Patti. This time thanks to our good friends Bob and Barbara for subscribing to our little blog. (It makes us feel loved, it does.)

Both Patti and myself spend a good deal of time in front of our computers, probably too much time and that is especially true throughout the winter when our being engaged with the outside world seems [by choice] to become severely limited by little more than gazing out the window at the tops of trees. Fortunately (or unfortunately perhaps) we both are more or less content with our self-imposed "exile" from the world at large only punctuated with cross-town trips every week or two for dinner at our good friends' (above) home, or the occasional afternoon movie (we've even laxed out on that this winter).
I prefer the concept of "hibernation" to that of "sloth" but either/or, it seems to have become our norm. Some of us really do slow down after 60...and dem dar "Golden Years" have opened up their cushy, warm arms and embraced us both for better or for worse. (never thought I'd make it this far, but hey, I'm not complainin', my parts are all still working painfree. Knock on wood.)

But then in spring when the sap rises in one's veins, Patti & I, urged on by some subtle natural law to "come forth" out of our sleepy routine, shake off the dust and mange from a winter's worth of laying around doing not much of anything and to..gee, "let's just go do something different for a change".

Nose in the air, sensing the scent of new life and ready to connect with the Great and Ubiquitious Whatever...

However, we're not there yet. Until that happens, interesting journal-keeping is definitely at a bare miniumum until we actually do make a plan, get off our dead-like fluffy-buns, get into the car, start it up and actually drive off into great unknown in search of some kind adventure to report on.
Spring or not, sap or not (damn these Golden Years! c'mon sap, rise!), we're not quite there yet... and in case no one has noticed, our writing and lack of writing here magnificently reflects our sorry state of unconscious bliss. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.

(more blah, blah)

Well now, I suppose I could write about what we will have for dinner tonight and how to make it. Or with slightly more effort I could bleed on and on about nothing until you, dear reader, died of a kind of intellectual blood loss and concurrent asphyxiation, but what would be the point in doing that? Far too many blog writers are already engaged in "yawn journalism" of which I am narcissistically and sadistically participating in right now. OH, you lucky, lucky subscribers, you. Now if I can just get you "lurkers" out there in the shadows to also subscribe (oh yes, I know who you are, heheh), who knows, I might just be inspired to do something genuinely creative. So scroll down a bit and sign up for the year. You can always unsubscribe, you know.

Oh, I almost forgot. As you see the ole bloggerooney has been modified a bit. Change is good and I like what I've got so far.
This year there will be a full photo BEHIND the journal entries which will serve as background. Scroll all the way down and you will see the full image sans blog entry. My intention is to have future background photos relevant to the newest blog entry.

Right now there is a really cool photo of Patti in a Kayak on Eagle Lake during our trip to the Adirondacks last september. I've also installed an audio button so you will be able to hear our own recorded ambient sounds during the moment I took the picture. Some I'll set to music I have on hand.
It should be fun.. and that in itself is enough reason for you to subscribe. right? So sign up below and you will no longer have to check back just to see some same old entry that hasn't yet been replaced.

Ok.. enough for now. It's after 6 and I gotta get dinner going.. tonight it's Tofu "chicken" Paprikish (without the chicken). ..and no, I'm not writing about how to make it. but damn it is good!
:-)
bill & patti

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