It seems difficult to write on the blog during challenging and even rewarding periods of one's life. Nearly a year has passed since the short sale of the condo on the hill above the lake. It was a dream, in a way. Not heavily metaphoric -- simply to have a concrete example of California good life. There were many dinners held, sweat equity built, quite moments seemingly safe from the streets of the city.
I have much to ponder and review. How far back do you go? How detailed do you delve? Does the narrative have to be coherent?
I'd like to keep the journal alive somehow. It is my chronicle.
A preliminary thought I am considering, to post on a quarterly basis, including features, highlights, and arm chair analysis.
I'll have to check with the reader.
