BYE BYE

real life documentarianism.

that's how this blog started.

true stories, told truly, because truth tellers can never stop.

there's been stories of true love, romantic love, and site-specific love, both big and small;

losses of all sizes and scale, personally, professionally, perpetually;

there's been a whole heck of a lot of litanies about personal opinion;

and a little of the art, ideas, and tattoos that made the rest possible from time to time, too....

there's been a lot of transformation that's spanned across time and space as well:

from the fat, long-haired, bushy-bearded bummer who started this thing

to the skinny spindly old bald busted grey-touched grump typing right now-

that's a LOT of stuff to tell stories about, and i have done so,

always, all the time,  and up until recently, almost every damned day for a decade.

and now, i've got more on my daily schedule than i have hours to do it all-

owning and operating AMPERSAND TATTOO,

working literally seven days a week;

three full-time resident children in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress;

crabtree the high-tension terrier craving every ounce of my already attenuated attention;

there's a fantastic woman who lives here, too, and she needs my time and my love,

as she gives me hers, and together we're making an all-new life from scratch.

...and don't let anybody ever forget that harvest and maple, 

my talented teen adultlettes are at the forefront of my spirit and memory always-

i do what i do to impress all of those people, 

and to keep up a bold sense of purpose and positive mental attitude 

for all the worthy warrior poets and the expert active participants that i encounter.

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too much is the right amount, guys.

the thing of it is, there's more really happening that requires me to be present for,

and less of it is getting recorded for posterity.

9pm one-bowl suppers aren't as sexy as they could be,

and 4am dog wrestling wake-up calls aren't as alluring as you might imagine.

it isn't all family togetherness and family dinner and family fun-

it's racing against the clock and running late forever and running around missing something

and not remembering what it is until it's happening and you're unprepared...

i need more time, or, more accurately, 

i need more practice at proficiently preparing and prioritizing.

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so,.

i'm saying so long to the few dedicated catcher-uppers who've been keeping tabs on my woodsly goodly life through this marginal and outmoded means of communique-

i may have more to say later, as i get better at being the busiest i've ever been-

but, until then,

it's bye bye time.

so i'll wave a little wave to the screen,

and i'll feel a little pang in my heart for the slacking and the lacking 

that have allowed the latest lapses in these true stories and recipe tests....

but, i've got work to do, dudes,

and it's time to get back to it.

i'm grateful for those who take an interest,

and i know i've been lucky to have a platform to talk about the triumphs, the trials, and the treats

for ten F*ing years.

until i have a minute to breathe, and better stories to tell;

never quiet, never soft.....