On careers. . .and packing it in early. . . .

Did I jack it all in too early? Do I really want to be a stand-by chicken sitter earning absolutely no money at all instead of a moderately powered executive earning more money than I could ever need? Did I jump ship too soon?

On rain . . . and more rain . . . .

There are, of course, some legitimate reasons for the hiatus. I spent November writing a ‘novel’ during National Novel Writing Month. NaNoWriMo for those in the know, which now I am. And then, of course, there are ‘the holidays’, bound to consume anyone with a heart, right? Before that, but after my little trip to the Deep South, there were visitors and jet lag and, and, and. . . .

On being away. . .and being back. . . .

So. I’m back. Back in the UK. Back in Wales. Back in Snowdonia. Back on the hill. The man survived without me. As did the fur and feather babies. Life did, indeed, go on. . . .

On poverty. . .and hate. . . .

As I drive farther south, deeper into lower Alabama – LA, as the joke goes – it’s hard to ignore the exhausting ‘poorness’.

On histories. . .shared. . . .

‘Social media’, as they say, is an interesting thing.  A fascinating communication tool.  I am certain there are very studious …