Sunday, June 04, 2017


I discovered so very many years ago when I decided that my thoughts were so important, the world would want to know all of them. I've decided now that I'm really doing this more as a diary. If anything, I would expect my children to discover the entries after I die (hopefully many years from now).

It's with this in mind that I decided to delete my entries of years ago. If you're curious, use the Wayback machine to find what the page looked like before today (or, more accurately, I found that entirely too many of my entries were difficult for even me to understand because I lack the context of the time we lived in. To sum up: I did not like the war in Iraq. I was frequently frustrated by my sister, and my football team was on top of the world.

Since then, Linda died, Dad died, the Cardinals have hit relative highs and lows, and life goes on.

And I'm in much the same position I was in 2009. I live in the same house. It's nice that I own it (or Wells Fargo and I own it). Everyone's older. I have another grandchild, and yet another is on the way.

In short, my life needs a purpose. I'm not quite sure what that purpose should be. Fate has dealt me one aspect of it with my mother moving in thanks to health concerns making living alone untenable for her. Our politics don't match. Our religions don't match. Our tastes don't match. Life has not become easy in my later years.

Which leaves me feeling a bit melancholy. So if you have a few minutes to enjoy a melancholy song, allow me to suggest one: 

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