Holy Rest In Peace!

I’d be remiss if I didn’t note last week’s passing of Adam West.

Now I really need to watch Batman: Return of the Caped Crusaders.  (Normally I don’t give plugs to anyone, but I’m making an exception here because . . . Adam West.)

It Was Either “King of the Rocket Men” Or “Radar Men From the Moon”

Yesterday we had another one of those “We all knew it was going to happen someday, but it happening today was still a bit of shock” deaths in the family.  At times like that there’s a detached part of me that always takes interest and observes my unfiltered reaction to such news.  This time around my first reaction was “I hope he enjoyed that stupid movie I got for him one of the previous times he was in the hospital.  I never did get around to asking . . .”

But I really hope you did, Earl.

Sláinte!

And I Still Look More Like An Old-Timey Prospector Than I Like

So I’m more or less recovered from what took me down last week, I’m just not sure if I should put the emphasis on the “more” or the “less” though.  Case in point:

On one hand, though I remain disinclined to so, I am quite capable of heading out for needed provisioning runs again, so that’s a mark in the “more” column.  On the other hand, my personal definition of “needed” is pretty sharply limited right now . . .

Back In The Saddle Again

So it’s been a long hiatus, but after spending the last six months or so learning the ropes of how to homeschool my son, I’m finally resuming writing again.

No regrets on shifting my focus away from writing for so long, but it’s good to be back in the saddle again because writing is one of those callings you get saddle sores if you don’t do it for too long.

I Got It After The Fact, But I STILL Got It

Let the record show that I, of course, got Mom’s permission to tell yesterday’s story.

Definitively Answered

Admittedly, one of the reasons I was originally reluctant to mention Carrie Fisher’s passing was because I felt the focus was too much on fan reactions, and not enough of what I felt should be the primary concern, namely, “How is her family, particularly her mother, holding up?”

I guess we can now consider that question answered.

R.I.P. Debbie Reynolds.

All In All, There Are Worse Ways To Go

Because so many other people were commenting on Carrie Fisher’s passing, I wasn’t going to, but then I noticed how many people were getting the details wrong.

The other day Carrie Fisher drowned in moonlight, strangled by her own bra.

More Technical Difficulties

My laptop appears to be in the process of dying.  Hopefully this shall be a slow process until I can get a replacement here, but we shall see.  In the meantime I’ve back up all my data and will continue to work on my current laptop as long as it lets me, but I’ll also use this as further motivation to hit that chore list around the house.

Well . . . I DID Say I Wanted To Spend Less Time On The Computer This Week

Technical difficulties, please stand by until the tech arrives tomorrow.

For The Two People Who Always Harass Me About This

Yes, I did notice that yesterday was the eight year anniversary of Candles & Curses.