Do you wonder where the lady who started this blog wandered off to? Remember sh e always seemed to have so much she wanted to say ...

Sometimes I wonder where she is. But again and still she mostly feels inclined to be quiet.

Tonight much of my quietness comes from pain. I actually have my right hand wrapped up so that i will use it much less. Yes, it's that repetitive motion thing catching up with me. I'm feeling very motivated to just take up audio posts.

But still I wonder what I would tell you. Would I tell you of the things I'm not getting to do? Would I tell you about everything that is on hold -- waiting for other people? Would I dare to dream out loud?

Someone was trying to encourage me the other day: "So? You're hesitating because you're bound to look odd? But you tell me that people already think you are odd. So, why not just revel in your uniqueness?

Now, I have to tell you ... it seems mighty wrong to be approaching fifty and still find myself worrying over how I am perceived.

But that is only part of what keeps me quiet. There is so much I would like to discuss with you ... but I've not yet finished discussions with other people who are more closely involved. It would simply be wrong for others to find out how I feel or think about a joint project by them reading it on my blog.

So I feel intensely boring here. I think shortly though I'll be able to talk about some other things -- provided the hand behaves.

Have fun,
enjoy,
pam

Pam is a Texan living on the Southern fringe of Upstate NY. Today she listened to her neighbor cheer for Texas A&M. No, the neighbor is native New Yorker. She graduated from there. Yes, she was key to Pam getting our little place to live. No, Pam didn't go to A&M with her. It's a really long story.