Scattered

People have been asking me lately why I haven't updated my blog recently.  This question crossed my mind about a week ago.  I was standing in a port-a-potty (of all places), reading the scrawlings on the wall.  Messages left from previous patrons, from those who carry sharpies around in the hopes of leaving their mark on the wall in a bathroom stall or port-o-john somewhere, and thus on society, I guess.

As I perused the declarations of "going home in a week", and "I was here", and dirty pictures, the thought occurred to me that these scrawlings, these vague and fleeting attempts at self-expression are like a blog. Like my blog, anyway.  They say nothing of importance to the reader,  and I question whether they mean anything to the person who wrote them.

Truth is, I have a lot to write about.

I've been living in Missouri for 4 months now. Missouri can be a beautiful place.  The problem is, being trapped in a place for Army training tends to take the beauty out of a place.  Most soldiers complain about how miserable the base is, wherever they are stationed.  I tell them it's only ugly because they don't see anything but the base, and because the training makes it miserable.

Two weeks ago, the leaves were changing colors here...and that is all I need to say right now...

More to come.

And that's my scattered brain in a Nutshell,
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