Letting go of the familiar is never easy. When we began this journey a year ago, we had no false illusions about whether the average citizen had any interest in the odd reminiscences of a couple of aging grandparents. We thought our children and grandchildren might. We have a counter in the sidebar that shows us when people visit. Not comment. Visit. In nearly every case, the San Diego and surrounding communities that show up there are either me or Bonnie checking in to find that the counter has begun to read our own browser again. Other than us, two weeks between visitors is not unusual; heck, that's optimistic.
I will be 66 in a week. I have books to be written and friends on other websites who actually talk to me. I don't have time to waste on projects that fulfill no needs for me, so I am divesting myself of this one. Bonnie has been saying that she wants her own blog, and that's kind of the deciding event for me. She can have this one. I don't know what she might turn it into, or where she might take it, but I hope she finds her own audience, and they enjoy the trip together. As for me, my late-life interest is in writing exciting fiction. Do I have the chops to do that? Well, the curious can join me at Scribblers' Den to find out. To everyone else, thanks for taking the time; I'm sorry it didn't work out.
Now get out there and live life like you mean it!
This is for the grandkids, the family, close friends, and anyone else who can keep a civil tongue in their heads! It amounts to an interactive book of memoirs, but only if you interact... so get to it!
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California has been my home since 1965. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. I'm home to stay!
What is there to say about a ten-year old turning 65, besides, what the hell happened?!??