I am still here, but I had been feeling crotchety so I stayed away. No one needs to hear about that every day, so I decided to follow the wisdom of the ages:
If I can't say anything nice, I won't say anything at all.
But that makes for one super boring blog. It's your classic catch-22.
Actually, I was not feeling crotchety about everything, but it's so easy for that grumpiness to extend into areas that are clicking along smoothly. I needed to batten the hatches.
We've been enjoying our busy autumn, and today is cool and sunny, which is a nice break from the apocalyptic rains we've had recently.
I'm also enjoying my Phillies' baseball. Roy Halladay pitches a no-hitter in his first post season appearance? Against a team that hits home runs just for giggles? The man is a robot. A really good baseball robot.
(But like a true Philly sports fan, I will stop talking about this now and assume the worst from here on out. We are so used to losing right when we are winning.)
No, my own life is very good. I was mostly just crotchety about our culture and where it's headed and what my children's futures might be like. So, you know, no biggie.
I had read some very disheartening things on the internet, and so I just decided to retreat. Not so much to put my head in the sand , but to feed my mind and my heart and my soul with good things. True things. To pray, hope, and not worry.
Basically, I was avoiding the near occasion of sin. And, as much as it is informative and amusing and uplifting, the internet can be a huge and very near occasion of sin for me.
And what is funny to me is that some of the very things that were disturbing me became very interesting and eventually reassuring topics of conversation with various people. They may even have blog post potential. Or not, depending on how late I'm going to need to stay up for play-off baseball games
(Done talking about it. DONE.)
Sorry to be such a boring internet friend, but I think, had I come around, I might have been not such good company.
How's it been for you?