Resurrecting the blog

It's not that I really forgot about this blog, I just doubted it was worth the effort. I wish personal blogs were interesting, but they almost never are.

In the 4 1/2 years since my last post, it almost seems as if the whole world has been upturned. You'd still find me fat and outwardly awkward as before, but in that time, I learned a new line of work. I did well enough for a while to buy the south Philly house I wanted so much, and had nearly despaired of ever having on my own. My father lived long enough to see the pictures when I moved in last spring. This has been the second summer without him. It's a little painful to realize that it's gotten easier since last summer, our minds filling up with new routines and interests. And then I was laid off from the job earlier this year. I'll say more about Dad in later posts.

Anyway, I sometimes read blogs by people I know who write about their personal lives. And I read others by people in my line of work. The personal ones are boring. A few professional ones are good sources of information. I've occasionally read some op-ed or literary blogs, and I can't stay interested for long. Once in a while I'll check in with decorating blogs, or the Ikea hacker. Guilty pleasures.

But seriously, don't expect much from this. It's just me and the old "black dog", as they say, hanging onto my little patch until I figure out where I'm going.