Time is a curious thing. One moment, it is here and seems to be in plentiful supply – more than one could ever possibly manage on their own – enough to share with someone else, even. Blink only a time or two and it all changes – months pass and the never-ending winter melted away, the plants and flowers blasted forth from the ground, and now receding into the crispening of autumn.
This is the place where I find myself.
Did I have an issue with the Internets tubes? In the Spring, yes. But now they work just fine. True, Vinnie makes much more use of them than I ever would. In that case, what is the reason I have not updated my oft-overlooked corner of this sticky “Web”?
Many reasons. After the horrors and troubles that plagued my town and my family last year, at least 1854 is proving to be thankfully quiet and free of issues…as well as demons, vampires, banshees, and other malcontents.
It is possible you may be thinking, “Well, Miss Dickinson, with all of that quietness, you should be updating more, not less often!” Yes, that would be a correct assumption, although if you hailed from western Massachusetts, you would be aware that my father is currently serving the Commonwealth’s interests in the United States Congress. His absence for much of the year, combined with mother’s fragility, has increased the never-ending “to-do” list for Vinnie and I.
If you have read the fantastic-sounding book written about me, you would most likely be disappointed in my lack of patrolling Amherst. There are two “frankly”-s that sum it up well: I have been busy, and Officer Lawless is doing a wonderful job on his own. That’s not to say I no longer assist – I do! My assistance occurs usually once a week, sometimes less.
It is those “less” times that pang the longing to suit up in my battle dress and vanish into the night – looking for trouble to extinguish…which is what I am off to do this very moment.