No, not the city. The author of this blog has risen from the flames of his torpor to write again. There is no theme to write on, just my life. While there was certainly an issue with consistency/direction and my thought had been to remedy that with a specific focus, I don’t actually think that was the main issue. It was all about effort, baby.

That being said, I think there will be a focus of sorts, maybe secondarily. As most anyone who reads this blog (the two of you) know, Heidi and I are planning to pack up the family and move to Fayetteville, AR later this year. The plan is to eventually purchase some land and begin to live off of it or at least partially wean ourselves from the teat of this commercial culture. Why Arkansas, you ask? Because the Ozarks are damn beautiful. According to a realtor we saw on our visit in October, this is where people go to get used to heaven before they die.

The Fayetteville area is a little different than what you may have seen elsewhere in Arkansas. It’s a college town, so it has all of the benefits, youth and culture that come with that. We felt really welcome on our visit. People were very charming and nice. And the country, oh the country. Hills buckle and rise across the area that are thickly carpeted with trees. The air is clean, the temperatures are warm and the food is awful good. It’s been 50 degrees a couple of times in the past week. It’s below zero here!

So, this will be a measure of progress and a measure of my wit – or at least whatever I can muster. Hats off to thee Minnesota and I shall write again soon!