I am sitting here trying my damnedest to figure out this foreign world of blogging. Upon the suggestion of several friends and the ingestion of a few anxiety meds, I thought… Why not? So here it is… My first post. My first entry…. blog?

In theory, it is easy to set out on this journey. I have no issue bobbling down this road on social media. I don’t know why my timidity is creeping in on me.

Today I had my chimney swept… that isn’t a euphemism for tickling any fancy, but I legitimately had the chimney swept at the house. I have these fantasies of my sitting by the fire writing/blogging. It is only 50 degrees out and currently 3:10am. I got home about an hour ago, started a load of laundry, fired up some Downton Abby, threw on some mozzarella sticks (because why not), and stoked my first fire in my recently swept fireplace. That snap, crackle & pop is so nostalgic. For the first time in a while it isn’t followed by an ache or pain; it’s got a sweet smell of piñon and oak. (I threw a little incense in the flame, we do not have piñon on the estate…<insert laughing emoji> estate….

Man, this smell brings back so many memories. Ski trips to Red River, Santa Fe, Taos and Angel Fire, New Mexico as a kid. That crisp air and the smell of a fresh fire. The crackles and pops are a soundtrack of a time when my only worry was cleaning my room, getting good grades and extracurricular activities and clubs. I was talking to an old friend, my best friend growing up, David Sims. We have stayed in touch and we were reminiscing and playing the “if I could go back to <insert specific time> game. The memories. I am just overly nostalgic this week. I know I want to have some witty comparison to the progression of these mushrooms. They really are amazing. The growth. The color. Where they have chosen to sprout. All I can think of, though, is how phallic they look. If course immature banter takes over and those that I am sharing the photos outside of this blog also share the immature, suggestive nature.

Anyway, I know this first entry, albeit incredibly scattered, is just that… my first. Direction is something, I guess, I am in need of. Suggestion is always welcome, of course. Criticism, on the other hand; I don’t know how I feel about that since this is MY blog…. HAHA… I had to…for those that know me… Until next time.

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