This Week In The Dream Antilles
As you can see, your Bloguero has returned. He enjoyed his time away from the incessant yadda yadda and habla bla bla of the Blogosfera. He enjoyed his vacation away from his faithful keyboard. And from the odious task of promoting his latest book. He is now wearing conspicuous relaxation across his forehead. And he is so restored, believe this or don’t, that he’s not even going to complain, not even a little bit, that his return was not met by jazz bands, a parade, people throwing candy and beads and flowers. And pouring him drinks. He returned without any of that hoopla. Well, ok. He’s prepared to wait for that until February 21:
Actually, your Bloguero first returned on January 1, 2012, as originally scheduled. His first posting tried to focus on general gullibility. To your Bloguero, it seemed a trifle too easy, too comfortable to climb back into blogging. Oh well.
Then he wrote about nests that he found abiding in the fields, quoted two wonderful poems, and served up a Haiku. If the weather in Eastern New York and Western New England were not unseasonably warm, your Bloguero would never have wandered the fields and would have had to climb through deep drifts of snow to find these abandoned nests.
And your Bloguero got down to Three Kings, also called Epiphany, and the story of the Tres Reyes Magos. Today, January 6th, is Epiphany. Your Bloguero wishes you Feliz dia de Reyes Magos!
The last post of the week was sad, the death of the author of the Bass Saxophone, Josef Skvorecky.
This Week In The Dream Antilles is usually, like this post, a weekly digest. Usually, it appears on Friday. It’s a digest of essays posted at The Dream Antilles in the previous week. Sometimes, of course, it jumps the rails and doesn’t tell you anything about the past week. Sometimes it gets all distracted and goes completely astray. Not toay. Your Bloguero is thankful that didn’t happen this week.