I'm Back. Feels Good.

I've not posted to this blog for some three years. Seems there was a time in there where I got pretty spectacularly depressed. I had done pretty well for a while, lost some sixty pounds. Got told I didn't have diabetes 2 anymore. Had a girlfriend for a little while. But then a bunch of things, holidays, Beth's birthday, our anniversary, her death date all this conspired to make me feel things just weren't right. Abandoned the girlfriend (not her fault at all), went from 245 pounds up to 295 pounds, diabetes came back. Pretty much a personal train wreck.

Lots of changes in three years. I have a grand daughter now and will soon have two grandsons--all thanks to the human building efforts of my daughter. Seriously, Sis, it didn't have to be twins, but it's all good. My boys and their wives have moved to variously Virginia and North Carolina to pursue their dreams.

I'd let myself go. I got all depressed about a lot of things all stemming of course from Beth's death. Gained back fifty pounds. Slipped back in to depression an isolation. But I'm coming back. I'm not sure what the trigger for that was but the things that helped included making some new friends. One in particular discovered an interest in her Scottish ancestry, also a passion of mine (that and the Welsh side, too, of course). 

So what am I doing now? Well, laying about the house a lot of course. But I'm also working on all the rolling stock and with help have almost everything running and running better than it ever has. One thing I can recommend: Commune with your mechanical friends and helpmeets because it's good for your soul. It's also good for vehicular souls unless you're a complete mechanical idiot. In the latter case, find some expert help. 

I've gone back on the diet of my own devising that worked so well last time. I'm down nearly thirty pounds from the recent weight spike. I'm getting a little more exercise walking around the back forty mostly. That also helps with attitude. Communing with nature and all that, especially quiet contemplation of breeze interacting with pine and juniper. The wary Leporidae eyes peering suspiciously until a burst of cottontail bunny or blacktail jack nervous energy scurries out of imaginary danger. . .

So, anyway I'll try to quickly get back to more philosophical meanderings but meanwhile it feels good to be back. I hope you think so too. Thanks for coming.