I must admit that I don’t write on this blog for followers… a fellowship…. followership….or follow-worship….

I could keep going. But no, on towards my point.

I am here when I’m here because I need to be here.

It’s like when ya gotta be on the pot, you get on the pot. Except in my case it’s verbal (or mental) diarrhea. I just gotta let it go.

There are some nights I can’t physically make it on to the computer and other nights when I simply can’t mentally afford the computer. Yet everything in my mind and feelings bank are still there and they build up, pushing against the dam that is typically considered, in today’s day and age, my filter.

As embarrassed as I am to admit it, yes, I do have a filter. Although I regularly complain (or boast?) about not owning one. Well, I’ve decided that this is the place to empty said filter. And frankly, I don’t give a damn…

That’s what emptying a filter is all about in the end, isn’t it?

Well, just as every great artist needs a muse and super heroes have their sidekicks, I too, have a helper. A helper that enables me to speak my mind and to finally unload all of the minutiae that clog my synapses at night while I attempt sleep. My helper is dark and handsome….

Meet Franzia.

He (or she, it’s not polite to ask these days) enjoys long talks to myself and dark meanderings through gardens and hallways. If wearing the black box, he/she tends to be more edgy and less sweet. Full of body, regardless of gender, Franzia always delivers what is promised. No matter the time, I feel encouraged to embark upon mental meanderings that soon become public and feel no shame in wearing nightclothes out on the lawn. Which may also be public. I don’t know. And I don’t ask. Because I don’t care. Perhaps it’s due to lack of memory….

Anyways, while boxed wine may not seem a good fit for you, know that it cuts down on shipping/packaging costs and recycling….etc. But the main reason I drink Franzia is because they support the Fisher House.

Check out https://www.fisherhouse.orgto learn more about this wonderful organization. I personally received 2 free weeks of stay and most meals prepared by volunteers when I stayed in the Fisher House at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base while I had LASIK surgery a few years back. I could not have afforded the time off or travel had the stay not been completely free.

(While I make light of drinking wine and over-imbibing, you must know that it is only in jest. I am home alone most of the time with my kid and don’t find it safe to drink more than 2 glasses of wine in any evening, just in case. Yet it is a subject that most treat with lackadaisical humor, me included. I included this little blurb for those who might actually worry that my sarcastic or facetious humor is more than just that and I might actually be the thunk that I drink I am.)