FRESH START
Fresh Start is the
theme. And I will explain that in a
minute. First I must tell you that I
woke up at 3 am this morning, and instead of tossing and turning in bed, and
waking up the geese and live-stock, I decided to do some computer work,
resulting in writing this blog, my first in a very long time. Turns out one of my sites where I add
pictures to the words, is going out of business.
And they did warn me, but in
many ways left me high and dry, like a boat out of water, and no place to go,
and lots to do. Retrieving blogs in
their natural state became my challenge.
And all I really need to say is, “Not Happy.” And that brings me to the present moment. Taking a break from computer chores, to just
sit and write. Blogging is what they
call it. Private Thoughts, posted in a
public place. Many do it. Is not unlawful. It might be awful and nobody reads it. This is the chance we take.
And finally after a long
while, I have found a replacement site, but still am hesitant. Will write my blog like I am a newbie. No history.
And this is where the wrinkle enters, and resides across my collar. Boy is on a short leash. Will write and then add pictures. Have a finished product. Display it.
And will do that in several places.
First will be the new blog site, where nobody knows me, and I have 0/zero
page views as of this morning. Then I
will move it all to Thoughts.com, where indeed I do have history. But over time, things change. And a new audience comes and goes.
And we know, that social
networking is more popular than blogging.
So the population density on my space:
Stone Head; is sparse. Again
this would be because I have been so busy retrieving my blogs from 2006 to The
Present. Lots of blogs. A lot of work. And so you have not seen me for a while. And if you are reading this from the new
site, This is A FRESH START.
And you are reading me for
the first time. Of course it might be
first and last, but that is not up to me, its up to you. And so it is, the reading lap has been
turned on. Still dark outside. Most people are sleeping if they know what
is good. For all the others, I
say: “Good Morning. Nice To See You.”
So far, so good. Want a Fresh Start. No History.
And will let my image and persona grow, as the Blog Count increases. Here to say, I am hoping to make this a
happy place where you come to laugh and smile and have a good time. Which got me thinking about all the towns in
the world that might possess the word:
HAPPY. And found a good example
of where I want to be at the end of the day.
Want to be happy. Could be when
the sun goes down and I am ready for a beer, that I am to be found, right
here. Right here might be, Happy,
Texas.
Turns out Happy is a town in
Randall and Swisher counties in the U.S. state of Texas. Yes, Texas is a big place, so let me give
you greater detail. Of course you have
the name so can go to Google Maps and enter the name, Happy Texas. But for now I will tell you, Happy Texas is
near Amarillo, up on the panhandle at the northern section of the State of
Texas.
Enough about that.
Be Happy. Regardless of where you are. That’s what I plan to do. Want a Fresh Start. So far, so good. No History.
So I don’t want to over-stay
my welcome. I might be the new kid on
the block. So I won’t be here long, but
will be back soon. Seeking a happy
place and a pleasant state of mind.
Visiting Towne Center and if the mood strikes will go shopping for a new
outfit. Will limit what I do and say,
as this is all new for me. Fresh
Start. No hesitation. 5 more years of blogging is my
intention. And so here I am.
At the north entrance of
this here town, HAPPY, Texas. Happy
Hour menu is in front of me. Building
an appetite and will have a beer. Join
me if you have time. Has been a long
day. Got up early. 3 a.m.
Walking around Happy-town, and don’t mind a little company. Not as happy as the name suggest, my feet
hurt now. Will pull up a chair. Wave at the waitress as she walks by, and
sip a beer and contemplate my Fresh Start in a place called Happy, Texas.
And she hands me the menu
and points at the sign: NO
SMOKING. So now the puff-stick goes
out. “The beer is coming.”, she says.
And that is how it all begins. 5 more
years of blogging. My Fresh Start.
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