Life's Twists And Turns.

Something has happened. Dramatic. Future changing.
No, not really.
Have you ever had a love from your past life come up behind you and tap your shoulder?
It can be disturbing, especially when you can't remember the moves you made, only glimpses of fast moving vital turns and twists.
You take hold of her again, gripping hard, trying to start from where you left off, so many, many years ago.
Twisting, turning, shifting weight and position, teasing, tempting, trying to recapture all those lost years.

But, to no avail. The spark is gone; lost in the great gap of frustration that is life past.

The need is to recharge, to re-acquire the light than once shone bright.

Practice makes perfect.

Okay, not perfect, but satisfactory. And this is the story since Christmas, my story.

My great neice got a Rubik's cube for Christmas, and to my everlasting shame, I could not solve it for her. My memory had failed me in a crucial algorithm. This simply will not do I thought.

On return to my Pantalunatic cave I searched high & low, and finally in box #137 I found the previous loves of my life. I am now hooked again, fully algorithm restored and nearly back to three minutes. Blogging may be taking a back seat for a little while.