I have one New Years Resolution, speak less, read and think more.

A special thank you goes out to all for the people who contributed in the effort to name my car.  I have decided on a name… drum roll… she will be surnamed Estella, named after Dickens most interesting character.  You all are welcome to give me feedback on the chosen name and/or try to convince me that the other proposed names would be better.  I must say, Lina, that your suggestion of ‘Natasha’ almost made me the change the name.  But Estella does seem to fit her, somehow.  I am behind on my posts, so I will try and write later.

I am reaching out to all of you for advice; I bought a car today, and have yet to properly christen it (two side notes: first, the pun on christen is interesting and unintended; second, I have in a way already christened it by driving, however, I have not yet names it.  Therefore, in my estimation, it has not yet been christened.  Side note on that: if you don’t understand the pun, don’t ask).  All of that to say, I want suggestions for what to name the car.  She (I have determined that the car is definitely of the female gender) is a beautiful blue 1986 BMW, she is a straight six, a lil 5 speed, with great pick up, and a bad attitude.  You all decide...  

It has been awhile since I last posted, for that I apologize, I wish I had some good excuse but I don't, so I am not going to make up a bad one.

It has been a hard week, and I am not entirely sure why that has been the case.  I would like to blame it all on my campers, but I know that is not fair, while they were a factor, they were most definitely not the only thing that was on my mind.  No, the real problem is my general discontent with the world.  I have lots of reasons to be happy, and often I think that I experiences moments of happiness, but beneath my veneer of believed happiness I find a sincere restlessness.  Physical pain has played its part in this weeks troubles, pain tends to clear are heads and make us think, often about things we do not want to think about.  Lewis uses this in The Silver Chair, pain is the impetus for change: “The pain itself made Puddleglum’s head for a moment perfectly clear and he knew exactly what he really thought. There is nothing like a good shock of pain for dissolving certain kinds of magic.”  Pain, has cleared my head this week, but it has also played its mind games with me.  Then, of course, there was a girl.  A girl I had not seen in a very long time; she brought with her a host of memories that I had not visited in a very long time.  It was great seeing her, but also a little weird.  I think it is only now beginning to dawn on me that summer is just about over, which means I am approaching another crossroads, I feel myself being drug forward, but also paradoxically held back.