Almost hiatus or sporadic

by tamarjacobson

So, this is how it must be for just a little while: a few weeks, perhaps even a couple of months. Tamarika’s routine has to change. And even as change makes me a little anxious, including uneasiness in the belly, wide eyes, and shorter breathing, it simply must be done.

All for the good, all for the good.

  • Traveling coming up. First to Boston to celebrate with Gilad at the Regatta Bar. PDI in Pittsburgh, and on to England for my hike! And at some point I want to fit in a small excursion to California to see Danny, Kendall and Leah, and perhaps finally meet Neilochka and his lovely Sophia (after all, Neil owes me a serious game of Scrabble!), and to meet Jacobson family members I have not met before.
  • Writing. Book chapter due to a colleague within a couple of weeks. The first draft of my book must be completed this summer thanks to a fellowship I was awarded from school, for this very purpose.
  • Birthday to celebrate: While I am in Boston and sharing it with my beautiful, sensitive and talented son.

The Tamarika routine of early morning coffee and blogging must change to early morning coffee and reading and writing towards the publications. And so, for a little while – perhaps just for the summer, my blogging will be sporadic. A type of hiatus. I might not get to read everyone as often as I like. It is not that I will be ignoring or neglecting, and you all know me by now – I will never be far away from my blog. Thoughts, feelings, reflections will come up (especially while I am writing the other stuff), which I am bound to want to share with all of you.

Anxiety of separation. For even as this upcoming blog vacation will be temporary, I am reluctant to lose any one of you. I know I will be seeing Jean and I hope, perhaps Natalie, Ernesto, and Andy, on the way to the hike. And I wonder if I will suffer withdrawal as I reach for my coffee early in the morning, but not for the blog.

Oh, and as for Twitter? Hm … I will have to see about that …

Gently, softly, I bid you a temporary and sporadic fare thee well, adieu, and as my mother used to say when I was a child, and which I still say to my own son to this day:

"Good night. See you in the morning …"

A year and a day ago at Mining Nuggets: Bon Voyage