I've been suffering from an overage of post items, too many things going on in my mind and my life. So, instead of spending all day every day posting about everything, from the poop laden slough trail in the morning where I walk with Nande in the mornings, to the simple pleasure of pedaling my bicycle along the river path through town, to my on-going love affair with Togo's #9, to the momentary weightlessness as I crest the first ramp into the parking garage on the motorcycle to the random coming across of my birthday numbers everywhere as we approach the baby's 0 birthday. And anytime I think of the baby, I spin off in a thousand different directions at once, are we ready, is the room ready, do we have everything we need, what about money, what about health insurance, what about complications, what are we having?
Its not for lack of topics, its for lack of room to fit them all in. And maybe that's a good thing for everyone. Poignancy is all around me now. The way the wind blows the purplish flowers to the random dropping of ripe plums from the tree in the back yard, everything carries an extra weight as the start of a new life approaches inexorably.
By the way, since this is as good a place as any to post about what is the final chapter in the Plain Layne saga, for me anyway. I've been thinking about it, posting to the Orkut community and am slowly coming to the realization that, though I miss the blog, I don't really have a burning need to try and keep the site alive. Sure, I'd like to maintain the fledgling community that sprung up in her comment threads but I just don't see how that can practically happen without the ring master spinning tales.
I can feel the imminence of it fading from the front of my thoughts into the ever shifting background. Sure, its being pushed aside by the baby but it would have been happening on its own in any case.
Do I still feel a need for closure? Sure but I won't be losing any sleep over it anymore. It was a fun experience, I regret nothing but its time to move on to the next "thing".
And, to come wholly clean, the "meeting" that Layne I had years ago that introduced me to blogging and got me started with Intellectual Poison was on HotorNot.com, yeah, the site where you go and rate people based on nothing more than their picture. Same place I met my wife. Never met her in real life, never spoke to her offline, only in chats and comments and emails.
So thus closeth one chapter of The Life of Huh? (and yes, that will be the title of my memoir) in Layne's passing from icon to question mark and to P's swollen belly giving way to our baby.
And, last thought for this post, a couple of recent pics of Nande to share. Nande at Roaring Camp and Nande in the backseat, Huh?. More to come.
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