There are some days that I don't seem to be able to write anything. So I decided to blog.. So far nobody reads my blog so it's safe to continue writing nonsense. About the time I get on the crest of a wave I'm sucked back into the past. But reworking the past is Not as much fun as it might seem; more honestly one returns to the past the more ridiculous it seems.  When I look at 2015 I realize that a lot of things have started. Some may be completed and some won't. The dementia scare brought me to get a trainer and begin physical exercise. So I'm into it now about five months and my trainer Gary  thinks things are a little better  and I see some improvement myself. The most remarkable thing looking over the last year  was the wonderful to visit from the grandchildren from Minneapolis. Their collective and individual personalities were so harmonious as to defy description. But even with that harmony  they are total individuals. They seem to listen to each other very carefully and avoided  but not appeared to avoid negative comments. It's practically an impossibility for siblings to be this good.  But I have to accept what I see.

 It is giving me the courage to  launch a trip to Dominica. So far Ariel is aboard, as well as Dougie, and now Harrison. I wish I could find a way to get Bennett over here but I guess he's a bit young to travel along such a distance.  I think that Hannah and Erin are too tied to boyfriends at the moment to consider a grandfather trip.  I wonder about what Kaitlin  would like?

The book is complete except for a possible final chapter called "conclusions". But I can't seem to write it so it may not be there. Meanwhile the big decisions about the house has been made which I hope I don't renege on. I will give up the house and hope to obtain an RV that David and I will tool around in. I hope to go to local prisons and encourage officers to submit to the group process of the double circle group. I will offer almost anything but beer to get them involved.

 I am enjoying the pleasantries of platonic relationships with several ladies. That's not necessarily my wish but it is my ultimate testosterone. There is no intelligence in testosterone but a great deal of unconscious stomping about and waking up as if out of a drunk. One friend says I need to have at least five orgasms a month or more. These  solo ones lack pizzazz,  but lack the danger of experimental relationships.