These are the types of things I spend way too much time thinking about. On Sunday, I was having a lovely dinner when I noticed the chairs at the table next to me were arranged randomly by color.

Immediately, I started to search for a pattern but found none that was readily apparent. There were 13 chairs total – a prime number – with 3 colors of chair: 7 grey, 4 tan and 2 burgundy. If you combine the tan and burgundy you get a 6, 7 sequence, but that’s cheating. 2 and 7 are also prime numbers, but 4 isn’t. 247,274, 472, 427, 742, 724: not prime numbers. 2-4-7 maybe as (2 + 2 = 4; 4 + 3 = 7). To confirm that one I need 1 more chair or 11 more chairs in a nice chartreuse.

But I I was never compelled to run over and re-arrange the chairs to fit a pattern because I was enjoying the challenge too much. I still am. That’s good, right?

I think the term Irish weather should really be one of those place-based terms that stand for something else, like Boston marriage or Stockholm syndrome. It would have to signal something pretty awful though, “I know that shrapnel wound is excruciatingly painful but at least it’s not Irish weather.”

When I returned from Japan late last month, I was treated, within half an hour, to sun followed by the gathering of dark clouds, a hale storm, heavy rain, and then sun again. That cycle occurred on three other days as well. I keep waiting for the frogs and locusts. Luckily, I don’t have a first-born.

I’ve heard that June is nice, but the implication in that observation is that only June is nice. But, over the last week or so, things have been sunny, bright, clear and CHILLY. I’ll try to be more like the Irish and just forge ahead with an optimistic outlook that nice weather is imminent, even when it isn’t.

Sometimes the hardest part of getting back to something you’ve neglected is dealing with the passage of time itself. It’s too easy to get accustomed to not doing something, especially when life presents other more persuasive or demanding distractions. The longer you wait, the more futile any attempt to return seems.

But today was different. Although I’m not sure why, I knew that I would start again. Not tomorrow or next week. Today. So here I am with so many tales to tell and visions to share that I’ll have to go back in order to go forward.

Even though I haven’t posted in 3 years, I was still writing and capturing moments in notes and pictures. Haphazard and half-hearted at times, my attempts to chronicle travels and intriguing occurrences in the day-to-day continued. Shall we catch up in the next few posts over the upcoming weeks and then see where we are? Let’s go!