Well, here we go again. Same theme, different day, and year! It’s not that I don’t write, it’s that I write in silly places about silly things. Ahhhh – social media. Easier to shoot a quick meme and smart-assed comments than to sit down here and post substance.

I thought writing it down would help make sure I do it. So, somewhere buried in previous attempts there’s likely written commitment to writing regularly on this blog. I probably avoided setting any defined interval because – well that would make me crazy and obligated. I suppose I could do it now but….I’m a procrastinator – maybe later.

My posts seem heavily weighted toward the spring/ summer months. There’s a couple made outside of those seasons but for some reason most come between January and August. Maybe it’s the time of year – which rings in my head…

Woodstock

Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young

Well, I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, “Tell me, where are you going?”
And this he told me
Said, “I’m going down to Yasgur’s Farm
Gonna join in a rock ‘n’ roll band
Got to get back to the land
Set my soul free”

We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion-year-old carbon
And we’ve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

Well, then can I walk beside you?
I have come to lose the smog
And I feel myself a cog
In somethin’ turning
And maybe it’s the time of year
Yes, and maybe it’s the time of man
And I don’t know who I am
But life is for learninge are stardust, we are golden
We are billion-year-old carbon
And we got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion-year-old carbon
And we got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere was a song
And a celebration

And I dreamed I saw the bomber jet planes
Riding shotgun in the sky
Turning into butterflies
Above our nation

We are stardust, we are golden
We are caught in the devil’s bargain
And we’ve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

And there’s a glimpse into how my brain works. It wasn’t a huge leap from lack of dedication to writing in this blog – to 1969! It was the “maybe it’s the time of year” thing – I couldn’t stop hearing it. OK boomer. For a suck-ass generation, we sure pulled off a lot of cool stuff. I’m stuck now thinking how cool I am.

That’s all I got today – but at least I wrote. More later…..