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news from the high board

I feel like a non-swimmer on a high board. It's Tuesday around noon and I'm writing my first ever blog. I've skimmed a few of these but I'm not a regular reader. I don't really know what I'm doing. I'll just jump in, I guess. What's the worst that can happen? So what do you want to talk about? I don't know much about you, so I'll start with me. These things are kind of like conversation, so maybe there'll be more going on when you've started to contribute. I'm living in a rented house on a hill. I can hear the wind from every room. From the bathroom it sounds like there's a gale going on outside. Inhibiting, I tell you. I'm always relieved when I come out. Hey, that's a joke and I didn't even mean it. (I can't help noticing that my first ever blog entry is about sitting on the toilet worrying about the wind. What a ridiculous start. I should have aimed higher.) And the current of my desire swept me downstream, and I looked into her eyes and found there the keys to my subcompact soul. Hmm. Maybe I should just do weather. It's sunny, and not as windy outside as it seems to be inside. I wore my coat unzipped when I drove the kids to school. There's a bit of snow on the ground, but it seems to be melting. I understand that it's supposed to get real warm tomorrow or the next day. Now, sports. (I don't actually watch sports very much. I used to care a lot but lately I can not find the three hours necessary to take in an entire sporting event. And when I say lately I mean, oh, for the last fifteen years or so. I'll flip through the channels and watch half an inning or a series of downs or a couple of whistles' worth of hockey or basketball, and get bored. Maybe I have ADHD or something.) And now I have to go -- there's a school pick up, and I haven't finished my pages for today. Hmm. I can't say I've found a rhythm to this blogging yet. Random thoughts leak out of me like steam from a badly covered pot. Focus, Richard, focus. If I started out on the high board, I am now in the water, beating my arms and legs furiously but not moving across the pool. Before I exit for the day I'll use the opportunity to mention the upcoming book, Into The Ravine, and the new website. Hope to see you there. And here too. You know, you can help. It doesn't have to be just me thrashing around. Conversation takes two. Next time I'm bringing my water wings.


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