It's been almost a year since I've posted an update.
I yet remain in sunny Florida, in the city of touristy Orlando.
My father's Covid ordeal is nearly a distant memory. He now happily works on his new hobby - building a model train set, intricately blocked out in one of my parents' spare bedrooms.
I continue work on my documentary about his experience. A second round of interviews has been completed, and one more remains to film, before I begin piecing it all together. It is highly emotional to sort through.
I write regularly. I have a screenplay in the midst of a third draft. It's called "Ten Years, a Love Cycle." I hope to share more about it soon. For now, it is locked in the delicate cocoon of nascent creation.
Now is the winter of our half-content.
What will the spring hold for us?
No one knows except the groundhogs.
Six weeks away.
Another roll of the dice.
Thoughts and ideas about the things that move me most. Passions, desires, favorites.