I promise this blog is not dead. I have been busy grinding at work and also working on a couple of side projects that are starting to see the light of day, hence the reason the posts have suffered here at Arcaneland. Even more unforgivable is that I missed a Friday Get Wild post the day after Thanksgiving. But seriously, check back soon, things will be back to normal but in the interim check out some of the other internet exploits I’m involved in:
It won’t be long and all this will get sorted out, maybe we can even get an apartment together…ya know…get things back to the way they were. Please be patient, I’ve got nothing but love for you all.
The following is an excerpt from a text message conversation I had with my dear Mom yesterday:
Mom: You were born at 8:41 A.M. Why do you want to know?
Me: So I knew when I could celebrate
Mom: All day long 🙂
Me: You’re the best. I love you, Mom.
Mom: Love you too!!
Best lady on the planet!
Upon getting my last roll of film developed, I was scrolling through the photos and came across this one about halfway through. Forgive me while I reflect on it with some sentimentalism momentarily and go softie on you all, but this couldn’t scream any more symbolically about why we spent this weekend in the mountains in the first place. The east coast won’t be the same without you, Ty, and I’ll miss you out here, but good luck finding those greener pastures you are seeking. Santiago & Dunbar 4 eva.
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Back on track with the Friday Chronicles, I apologize for the delay.