Nerve wracking. Do I have anything to say? Does anyone wish to read it? Why would anyone be interested in following the maunderings of someone who is rapidly approaching the age of reason, which equals old age. Shocking thought. Will I live long enough to post a second entry in the blog? Maybe I can con the relatives into reading at least part of it Not too many readers there, then, as I am so disgustingly healthy, I start to outlive them all.



In the meantime, I am happy in the greenhouse, surrounded by masses of vegetation, making me feel as though I should be swinging through it all, like some latter day Tarzan.