Jeanne Chinchar

It has been a long, arduous year. I’ve learned so much and reaffirmed much of my prior learning. The gaping hole where Robert used to be still haunts me. It is a great loss, not only for those of us lucky enough to have known him, but for all those who never will. He would have been a world-class blogger, perhaps an even greater long-form writer. His insight, charisma, and genuine empathy are greatly missed.

Spring is almost officially here, and we sprang ahead into Daylight Savings Time last weekend. I feel the need to be sprung from my self-imprisonment.

I really do love keeping busy and there’s always so much to do. I’m also loving getting organized and having actual PROJECTS on which to work – projects that are not related to CHORES that never seem to go away. PROJECTS with a purpose and a future and that will actually generate new revenue streams. Another play on the word “spring.” 

Thirteen is my “lucky” number, if I believe in such things. I lived at number 31 for many very UNlucky years, but since I won a blue poodle for ten cents on number 13 at a local fair I thought it was a good thing. My dad only told me people thought it was a bad luck number after the game. That’s the kind of guy he was. Thoughtful; caring; not afraid to go against popular opinion.

He’s been gone a long time now, but that’s one of those moments that stays with me forever.

A new beginning, on the last day of February 2011.

Let’s just leave it at that for now.