the beginning...

I don’t know where to start or what to write about. I write the information brochures on Scottish Highland Cattle for the giveaways at the fairs we attend. I write letters to Representatives and Congress people on subject that I think they need to hear from me about. I write notes and sections for unwritten chapters of the books I have in my mind. I do love the written word and all the various combinations that they can be put in to alter the end meaning and translation they provide the one reading those words. I dont like to talk much but I do like to write down words. I love books and need an always bigger library to archive all the volumes that collect in my care.

I believe I shall start with just a rambling of thoughts until one decides to jell and form into something that may have meaning. I seem to have lost focus and no longer know what the end goal is. I have achieved the age that I thought should be the relaxing and fine tuning of my life’s work so others can learn from the lessons I have lived and gathered. I also thought that with five children I would have more family around me than I could handle. I do have five grandchildren that I am grateful for. I do not see them as much as I would like. My large house that has been added on to several times but still never finished is like an unfinished book. The complete thought of why it was done has never been explained and everyone looking at it has a different thought as to what should be done next to try and make progress on its conclusion.

The dream just isn’t there.