Looking out my Backdoor: Musings, observations, and outright guesses
February 6, 2020
I could have said “outright lies” but I have no blessed idea how I am going to fill this page so “guesses” seemed the more appropriate word.
Most weeks I know exactly what I want to say. It never comes out the way I think it will, but I have a definite idea to start. “I can’t wait to talk about that.” Or, “I want to tell them this little story.”
This has been a strangely blank week. Maybe it is the gray skies, make me feel like I followed my son Ben home to Poulsbo, Washington; gray, grim, unrelenting wet.
“Where is the sunshine?” I ask as if it is my God-given rig...