Dear blogging FOP (Friends of Peter),
I’ve an initiative I recently undertook that claims a fair amount of my time, energy, and focus. Nothing illegal, illicit, ill-advised, deadly, destructive, or crazy insane, mind you. And for now I’d like just to refer to it as a distraction.
Yeah, that’s it, a distraction.
That said, I’ll be away from the WP blogosphere for who knows how long.
But in the event I never make it back — no, this isn’t a life threatening enterprise but the future is guaranteed to no one, and I don’t know how long I shall be. And so, I’d like to wish you all the very best, and offer a big hardy thank you for opening up and sharing your wisdoms. You’re all great and I’m a better man for all I’ve learnt from y’all.
Now if you will, just to set the mood of this overly dramatized farewell, imagine I’m sitting high and proud on my vegan saddle atop my stately steed, Roscoe. Always a sucker for the ladies, Roscoe delicately nibbles flower petals off their summertime bonnets, and all giggling with a schoolgirl amusement at this smartly stud (Roscoe, not me). And I, putting my best gentleman’s pretense forward, bow tipping my hat. Then, as though on cue, Roscoe takes notion to impress this small gathering with his grand style exit and rears up, depositing me squarely in his freshly deposited manure pile before he bolts, gallantly galloping off into the sunset, stirrups of an empty saddle swinging wildly at his side.