And so it goes. Until it doesn’t. All you can do is enjoy the ride as best you can. The adventure is seeing what’s around the next corner. Bring it on!

I don’t know what I’m feeling these days. Melancholy might be close. But I’ve been in darker places. Actually, I’m just doing what I used to do to fill in the time. It may not be all that exciting, but there is comfort in the familiarity. Here’s how my yesterday went down.

Came back home and did my computer time, including writing yesterday’s blog entry. I got a kick out of the comments regarding my inartful, or should I say incorrect, articulation in the post title–One of these is different than the other; subsequently changed to the proper form of: One of these is different from the other. I never even gave it a thought because in my mind that’s how I would have said it. I stand corrected!

Anyway, life is for learning and I do appreciate the lesson.

I also finished Season Two of the Ricky Gervais Netflix series, After Life. It’s fair to call it a black comedy, although truth be told, it’s not all that funny. What I like about it are the pearls of wisdom in dealing with loss and depression that occasionally shine through. In the last episode, one of the characters referenced a Robert Frost quote: “In three words, I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life. It goes on.” Frost is one of my favorite poets and I was unfamiliar with the context, so I did a Google search and found this:

“In all your years and all your travels,” I asked, “what do you think is the most important thing you’ve learned about life?”

He paused a moment, then with the twinkle sparkling under those brambly eyebrows he replied: “In three words, I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life. It goes on. In all the confusions of today, with all our troubles . . . with politicians and people slinging the word fear around, all of us become discouraged . . . tempted to say this is the end, the finish. But life — it goes on. It always has. It always will. Don’t forget that.

Frost said that back in 1954, but damn, those words resonate in these troubled times as well. I wasn’t even born when he uttered those words but the fact that I found comfort in them long after his death says to me that indeed, life goes on.

Beer o’clock rolled around and as is my custom, I made my way into town.

I was undecided about where to go for my liquid refreshment. My old haunts just seem so unsatisfying these days. And I really wasn’t feeling up for the whole “buy me a drink” routine from the desperate bargirls. I was thinking I’d just spend the evening looking at the beach, so I headed over to Mango’s.

For any of you who might think beer is something I enjoy to excess, I have signed on for this upcoming event:

And then I went home.

I ordered up some coasters for my friend’s bars a while back and they arrived this morning:

It’s another Hash Monday, so stay tuned for a full report on that event tomorrow.