I’m brand new to blogging. I started off over at the blogspot site and quickly became exasperated at the system downtimes. I found waiting for renewed access something akin to what it must feel like to have had broadband since its first availability (which I have) and being forced to use a dial-up.
So, here I be.
I don’t know what my blogging future holds here, but suspect it will be similar to my past history of verbosity. I love to talk and I have always loved writing. (Please forgive me if “writing” is a gross overstatement here.) Exceptional actions of grave supidity always grab my attention, and I am intrigued by a myriad of things. You can expect the typical tyrades of a political bend, the relating of events in my community, and maybe I’ll pass along a recipe or two. And as a descendant of Victorian-age confectioners, I have a treasure trove of recipes and experience in making some of the most exquisite candies and confections that only a handful of pastry chefs know how to create today. Spinning sugar and making ribbon candy are two nearly extinct arts that I hope not to carry to my grave without passing along.
Heaven help me, I’ve never really known what I want to be when I grow up. In my early years of adulthood, I was a journalist for several papers. Got a few awards. Whoop-dee-woo. Any editor worth his or her salt is spitting their coffee out right about now… Then I jumped into law, where I stayed for 15 years. Then I “retired” from civil litigation and jumped into medicine, where I’ve spent another several years. Next came a forray into the auction business, primarily focused on high-end fine and decorative arts. Fortunately, only growing old is inevitable; growing up is optional.
I am happily and blessedly engaged to a man I have no doubt whatsoever is the most wonderful man on Earth. Tom is truly a blessing from God, whom I thank daily for leading him to me at this point in my middle-aged life when I can appreciate him fully.
Best wishes to all.