Quitter

Sometime before my last post, I struggled with the possibility of giving up writing in my blog altogether. Maybe incorrectly, I assumed that I was losing readers. I thought that a lack of comments meant a lack of interest. As soon as outside interest is gone, there will be no reason to post. Of course, maybe I’m to blame for getting a little too serious in comparison to some other light reading that my constituents might be used to. I know I’ve offended some with a few of my opinions, but that is inconsequential because if I’m not ruffling feathers on some issues that I discuss, I’m not making an impact and not making people think.

I guess another part of the reason I felt a lack of love was the fact that my blog stopped delivering emails to tell me when people posted comments. I’ll have to investigate further because I was able to read several comments today that I had no idea were there. Mom alerted me that my beloved sister’s comments ‘made her contacts float’. Thanks, Mandroni, you know I’m thinking about you always and hope that, above all other things, Tony is delivered back to you with nary a scratch. We recently found out that Tony is officially ‘in country’ and won’t have an APO address until he comes home in December. Evidently, things will only get uglier in Afghanistan for the time being. I just know they better send Tony back on time. My Georgia Peaches anxiously await his return. Brigid even posted, and I’ll always remember her for the kind words when Yuengling passed. She understands the power of the unconditional love one gets from great pets. She holds a prominent place on my list of regular reads with Breda. This is my ‘chicks with guns’ blog entertainment. I wholeheartedly recommend both blogs to those that love the finer things in life as much as I- good food, good guns, a good read, and a free America. Of course, when Brigid’s comment revealed an IQ identical to the level at which I’ve been tested, it surprised me at first, but it became clear to me why I still regularly read what she and Breda have to say. My tolerance for blather is almost nonexistent, and that could probably be considered a fault. Sometimes one has to wade through the swamp to get to the beach. Their beaches are sunny, warm, and have plenty of white powder sand. I still learn something new every day, and I hope never to see a day that I add nothing to the library in my head. For now, I’ll be a writer, a gunmaker, a good husband, son, and brother. I’ll just do what I can to put my stamp on the earth and make my home in the hearts of those I love. CZ