Originally published 100923

c. 2011

“Fiddling fart-heads, fuming frogs,” she snarled as something triggered her ire.

Noël and I looked at each other and started laughing. “Mom’s a witch!” I declared.

Susan’s head snapped my way. “That better not go in the blog!”

We laughed even harder.

Of course, it went in the blog.

Those were the heady Harry Potter days, and I knew the kids would enjoy the tale.

Fun Fact: Written words can do far more than preserve memories, inform, and entertain; when the words resonate, they can feel like magic.

Last night, as we watched A Million Miles Away, I was reminded that I’d yet to set a goal for my retirement.

After pondering and toying with the idea before and after sleep, I said it out loud.

“I’m going to self-publish Meanderings as an e-book.”

Susan has long known me to declare and embrace lofty ambitions.

Even with my uneven track record, she knows I’m no longer that same foolish, quixotic, lost soul chasing dreams that frequently exceeded his grasp.

Hey, let’s not get carried away. Lost is a relative term, and my grasp (improved as it is) still falters at times, but quixotic? C’mon, that’s a quality, not a flaw.

The goal is posted next to my toothbrush, and now, it’s online.

Publishing an e-book (that’s worth publishing) is a worthy goal.

There’s no deadline yet. We (the words and I) will need time to work things out (023).

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Context: That’s a start. Ready or not, trust the process.

The blog I mentioned went live in January 2009 (backstory in 050). You saw a screenshot of the upper portion of the blog’s final post in 000.

Featured Image: A video (in the daily quest) dug deeper. It usually led to a whispered thank-you or two from girls in the class. (Empathy is a function of imagination.)*

*I googled that sentence (in quotes) and found a few others had used the same words. So obvious, but I’d not connected those dots until now. (That’s definitely going on a T-shirt.)

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