Leslie Nord's Random Thoughts on Friends, Family and Life

I’ve hit another crossroad. Should I continue blogging? Do I really have anything worth reading? I’ve also come up against this in the past when I really spoke my my mind only to find myself “removing” what I posted. The Internet never forgets nor does it forgive.

It’s gotten to the point that we live in fear of what we say online will come back to haunt us. We are now also living in a time we if we say something contrary to the groupthink we will be erased.

My heart hurts for so many reasons but feel I no longer have any venue open for discussion. Granted these are matters that are truly better left offline but then who else do I have to discuss them with but but what used to be an anonymous obscure blog?

Some of these conversations would take something much stronger than a cup of coffee. They would truly need a shot (or two) of courage to be able to open up and say what I would not say otherwise. It would be nice to be able to open up and say what has been on been on my mind. I’ve really held back.

On the lighter side of my melodrama, Google “Yeah, I broke it”. If you are familiar with the work I do, you’ll find my link.

So much has been going on since September it’s just been hard to keep up with it all. The long six hour drives to southern Georgia to handle an estate make me appreciate satellite radio to keep me company on the rural backroads. I’m sure there will be more trips.

At least I’m no longer afraid to be around people, that’s the nice aspect of being on the other side of COVID.

I’ve had a few vivid dreams lately but this one seems to have stuck with me.

I had remained in the Air Force and was attending what appeared to be some sort of formal military dinner as I was wearing the Enlisted Mess Dress. I was responsible for assuring that all of the important guests were there on time. I had just rounded up the next to last guest and had to walk a block over from the dinner location to one of the guest hotels to find the last missing guest.

I stopped at the front desk to call the room letting the guest know I was on the way up. I proceeded to the room. The guest had been sleeping but was now awake. I barked out a few orders “get dressed as we were now late”. While I waited, a young boy maybe around 4 years old came up to me. He seemed to have been in the room. I was informed that he needed to be taken to his mother (who was also in attendance at the dinner).

The boy was dressed in a little tux but may have been barefooted because I had thought to myself he would need to be carried all the way back to the dinner. As I was leaving the room with the guest and the boy I noticed a video game controller (hooked up to a system).

My thoughts shifted to wondering if I should hail a cab for the short trip back to the dinner location. Then I woke up.

Still drinking some of the September lemonade. The joys of waiting on all of the “Selection by Heirs” documentation to be returned back to the lawyer now drag on. Once those have been returned it will be another 6 hour drive for a court appearance. then it’s probably all downhill from there.