this morning

Blank pages are aweful things, and often provoke an onslaught of temporary total amnesia. I sit down to write something here, and suddenly I forget my name, my life, everything. So instead of putting down some greatly written snippet, I end up rambling on about nothing. That's what this is - a ramble.

I found out on teusday that I'm to supervise a contract for a twenty-eight person tree planting camp this summer after our first contract with my regular supervisor is done. This means that I will be the guy on whom I am used to dumping. Supervisors can't dump. They just suck it up and smile. They take the blame for everybody in their camp's mistakes and get resented for everybody in their camp's successes. Still, it's a great opportunity to learn and be challenged, so I'm glad of it.

Another thing I've noticed is that I haven't written any poetry in a long while - well nigh on forever. I wonder why that is? I have, however, completed two new paintings, which I may someday even put up on this site. I do believe I may be improving, but I'll let you see them and be the judge.

Next time, I promise, I'll come more prepared. I'll give you a nugget of wisdom that will change your life and cause you to shed those unwanted pounds (but only if you're british). For now, though, good morning. And, in case I don't see you, good afternoon, good evening and good night.