I’ve been blogging for 7 or 8 years now. I have a food blog, and I once ran a photography blog. I ran the 1ShoppingCart blog for a couple of years. And there are others.

There are 2 things that I’ve learned about blogging: 1. It’s a lot of work. 2. If you stop, even for a little while, it’s really difficult to get started again.

And that about sums up what’s been going on with this blog for the past couple of years.

My blog was hacked in 2010, and I lost a years worth of posts. I have thought about blogging here ever since… but one month bleeds into another… and here we are with the end of 2011 in sight.

Time is a funny thing. It’s really difficult to gauge how much of it you have at any given time and if flows faster the older you get.

Or maybe that’s just an excuse we like to use as we age.

I could always blame my kids, who I happily dedicate most of my free time to.

Or maybe I could just take the time to blog.

I’ve come to the realization lately (there was no real lightning bolt moment, it was a discovery that dawned upon me slowly) that I have some of my best, most lucid thoughts while driving around.

Many of my “Ah HA!” moments come to me somewhere along Steel Street; about the half-way mark on my drive home.

I don’t know what it is exactly, but it’s true.  Maybe it’s the fresh air (I drive with the windows down typically) or empty mind state (by your 30′s driving doesn’t take much thought, esp. on a well travelled route), or some combination of other factors…

Whatever it is though, I drive with a notepad and a digital recorder lately!

I guess what I’m trying to say is, if you see me on the road and wave, don’t be upset if I don’t wave back, I’m probably deep in thought.

Where’s your ‘Thinking Spot’?

They carpet my front walk to the extent that we enter and exit through the garage for about 24 hours.

Then they disappear, I hose away the dead ones, and I don’t see them again for another month.

This is a picture of roiling ants fighting a smallish skirmish just off the front walk:

In previous summers, I tried killing them by placing ant traps, poison (or jumping up and down over and over) but it doesn’t seem to deter them, and they do a great job of killing each other anyway. So now, I just sit on the front steps and enjoy the spectacle.

I went golfing this morning and played with a couple of guys who were essentially new to the sport.