I’m back. Again. It’s getting silly, isn’t it? I say I’m coming back, I stick around for a while, then I disappear again. What’s up with that? Well, I’ll tell you, my friends. In a nutshell, the problem is Time, or lack thereof.
A few months ago, I got an email from a friend asking, “Do you spend more time in France than in Italy now?” as she’d noticed that my blog posts were increasingly French in orientation and non-existent from Italy. The answer is “No.” It’s just that when I’m in Italy, where I actually live, I’m not on vacation. I’m presa as the Italians say (“taken,” “busied”) with motherhood, work, and just the nonstop business (or is that busy-ness?) of life, earning and keeping things going in a semi-well-oiled fashion. I’d thought that as my children got older, I’d have more time. Where on earth did I get that mis-guided notion? Time eludes me.
So the plan is to try to blog in and around the jigsaw puzzle of obligations because this blog falls, importantly, in the category of “things I do that feel good to me.” (We can’t always come last in our own list of priorities, can we?) But I will probably be posting items that are shorter, more visual…easier for me to get out.
The only problem that remains is that embarrassing title. “The Daily Cure.” First, I’m not curing anyone, no matter how much I wish that I were. And, second, my “daily” has turned into “randomly, at best.” Sigh. Sospiro. And that doesn’t make for much of a title—The Random-at-Best Non-Remedy—although it does have an interesting, if defeatist, ring to it. I suppose I’m not the only one struggling to make temporal ends meet, so I throw myself on your understanding and mercy. It’s always been my privilege to have you along for the ride, so I hope you’ll stay. Until next time (there’s that word again), a presto.
How about something like “The Haphazard Hurrah”? It comes when it comes (Haphazard), and it usually seems to celebrate something (Hurrah). Not a bad way to live a life, actually, because it also implies openness to whatever “offers” (apologies to Moll Flanders). And, it’s alliterative.
It’s a wonderful suggestion! Alas, I cannot change the name! I’d have to reroute all the readers, and I don’t want to do that. So I’m afraid everyone will just have to accept the blog’s name even though it’s now utterly misleading. Alas, again.
The blog’s name is fine, I like it. Pictures are good. I am happy to look at Milan any day. I will be there next week for a few days…..can I order some nice weather please. I woke to a huge storm this morning and it is still bucketing down.
i sympathize. acutely. however, i’m somewhat calmed and reassured when i think of bears. bears are big, strong, ruthless, growling menacers of the woods. campers beware! but the weather cools. hey, where’d the bear go? a few weeks go by. dang, where’s that big mean bear? it snows. wonder what happened to that bear cuz i kinda miss him……he’s hibernating!!! just pretend you’re hibernating, storing up some story-telling fat (or whatever bears do when they’re “sleeping” for three months).