Where Have All the Entries Gone

Written October 2, but posted today.

As I sit at the Shapiro Cardiac Center waiting for the seminar provided to families of cardiac surgery patients, I have to admit that the experiment is over. The experiment was writing something every day.

The first sign of the end was when I began doing short entries on gmail that I failed to finish and therefore failed to post - but at least I has written something that day. Then came the days when I didn't even do the short non-posted entries. Then a week passed without writing for this journal.

I am not sure of the reason, but it certainly was not the lack of subject matter. I could have written about (and may still write about) (a) my father-in-law's rising battle with health issues, the financial crisis and my belief that if you tell the people often enough that the sky is falling, it will be brought down by the people, (b) the political scene in which it is hard to believe that we are where we are being limited to the choices we have, being exposed to sound bite, finger pointing, instant reaction, biased reporting, often superficial campaigns and media coverage, (c) old friendships that, when we are lucky, as have the chance to continue as I did last week over a late night beer, (d) my sister-in-law's broken leg that quickly morphed from simple to complex to challenging to threatening to finally being on the road to what we all hope will be a full recovery, (d) to the impact of the economy on those I do not know and those close to me, (e) to the day to day challenges of life from the caring for the family to caring for four dogs and two cats, (f) to the experience of my Temple involvement, and (g) to all of the biographical material that I want to explore and record. Perhaps it is that all of the topics take more time to explore and write about than I have. My Summer has transitioned to Fall. What will the Winter bring?