Life and times of the upwardly mobile.............

Whoa. It has been a loooong time since I last told you good gentlemen about how life has been treating (or mistreating, for that matter) me.
Well, in my defense, I've been busy. A lot has happened since I last talked to you and it scares me even now to begin describing it to you. As it is, my blogs are pretty long and if I tell you all that has happened, I am sure that I shall rival War and Peace or something. Especially if I do it like this, just ramble on, without supplying any useful info. But the thing is, I don't really know why you people would even be interested in the info. Personally, I think that the info must be singularly boring. In that case, since the only thing I do apart from supplying info on my life in these blogs, is ramble, I am forced to conclude( as my ole' acquaintance Holmes once said-"whenever you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?) that you come here for my ramblings. Therefore, to please you, my valued reader, I shall manfully ramble on.
But........you know what? I am quite tired of this word "ramble". For one, it is present in the title of one of the blogs listed on your right and I always feel that I am doing something unoriginal if I keep using it. Therefore....back to one of my oldest friends...Roget's thesaurus....
a book that I always keep near me and which has proved invaluable in impressing my English teachers by displaying an array of synonyms for the same word. And of course, allowing me to say the same thing again and again just by using another word for it, without the teacher actually realising it. The last sentence reminds me of my current favorite song, Diamonds and Rust by Joan Baez...

Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly


Anyway, to at least get some substance into this blog, the most important development first.
Boo-hoo-hoo. Sob. Sniff

I lost my hair. Well, most of it. The fickleness of life. It takes a lifetime( or six months, whichever is shorter) of love and care to grow and it is gone in one instant of your barber's sadistic assault. You can almost see the gleam in his eyes as he charges into your hair, wielding his scissors like Beatrix Kiddo wielded her sword in Kill Bill.
Eh? What do you say? You don't feel all that? Well, my miserable reader, you must not have showered all your love and affection on your hair for an eternity and have all of it destroyed by an adamant Mom then.
Humph.

(To be completed when the spirit next moves me...which may be some time, keeping in mind that my spirit rarely bothers to move itself, let alone me....)