Every so often I go for a bit without posting to this blog site and it bugs the bejabbers out of me. Bejabbers, it seems, "is a mild euphemistic oath used here as an intensifying noun." Overall, I would say bejabbers is something you would want bugged out of you.
But I digress. It's time for some random thoughts and musings, okay?
So I wanted to catch up a bit and that made me think of ketchup since it sounds like catch up. Thus the title here. Just a bit a silliness but I like it. Maybe you do to? Now, though, I'm craving some fries.
It's been an interesting start to the New Year. I have set some intentions for 2018 and some of them have bearing fruit...well, at least have buds on the trees. Now its just a matter of tending them. Water, maybe some plantfood or fertilizer. You know, doing what it takes to make these intensions reality.
Travel. Road trips. A return to Italy. New England. Even Hawaii. All within the realm of possibility. What's stopping me? Well, I have been spending money like I have some. Some on necessaries around the house and the car. My little Ching Ching needed an unexpected surgery. And there were the so-called "frills" like a reupholstered sofa and a new smart phone. Sometimes the universe can be quite perverse. So I need to recover my financial equilibrium. I know the ebb will lead to flow once again. Usually does. And that's how it goes.
Writing: I am actually doing some writing. I wrote some poetry for the Inlandia Institute workshop I attend in Ontario. Not bad. Not great, but words on the page which mean a lot. And my memoir projects have been percolating up again. So any day like any pregnant project, it will demand to be born.
Photography: The month started off with a bang. A trip to Salton Sea. Interesting, fun and weird captures at places like Bombay Beach, Salvation Mountain, Slab City and East Jesus. These are all places on the east side of the sea. Really, lots to explore and stimulate your creativity. Or not. As they say, beauty is in the eye of the photographer.
So I guess what I'm saying here is that there is a lot to catch up on and probably to put ketchup on, too, if you think about it. Sometimes it takes a while to recover from dry spells. Ask any desert rat or prairie companion. Its all cyclical. Like fashion, if you wait long enough, everything that goes round comes round again.
And there you have it. Voila!