I loved and I lost, but I will live to love again.
DB - The Vagabond
Someone I don't know wrote a limerick about me. The last three lines read:
"His heart he did grieve
Was not worn on his sleeve
But left outside on a plate."
When I first began this journal I accepted the fact that it was a public document and hence wanted to avoid using it to moan about my personal problems. Instead, I thought it would be a good opportunity to express my ideas about life through remembering past events and people, and using them to illustrate the thoughts and observations I was trying to express.
I've had a busy life, filled with people and places, events, artistic ventures, successes and failures, wisdom and folly. There have been a lot of women in my life, for good or otherwise. I have had a lot of love affairs. None of them lasted. My heart has been broken many times. Someone said "Well, you've just picked the wrong women." There is nothing therapeutic about that remark, it's obvious.
So now, from the solitude of my retired life, I thought I would put forth in my journal the love I have, in the friendliest manner I could, to whomever would like to receive it. My heart is still on the plate.
But lately my readers have become very scarce. I enjoy writing. Besides hearing music, it is the only pleasure I have in the midst of the sorrows and troubles of my life. It is the only way, given the illnesses that keep me inside, to spend the affections I feel for my fellows. I guess I have to find a different way of doing it.
Summer is almost over, Autumn is on the way (check your calendar if you don't believe me). Answers to the SUMMER QUIZ will be posted on the first Day of Autumn. But then the AUTUMN QUIZ will start. And that's where you come in.
Your mission is to provide me with a question, or two or three, for the AUTUMN QUIZ. You may enter as many times as you wish (no proof of purchase necessary) but you have only until tomorrow, so get cracking. Thee are only 4 responses so far.
The decision of the biased, curmudgeonly judge is final.
The winner not only gets his/her question posted for the season, but also gets to sit on my front porch and listen to me ramble on for hours about nothing in particular.