Monday, January 08, 2018

Good bye! Not yet, though


Update:
Ah, sorry for causing irritation. All my fault.
This was a post, 'planned' for last June, after ten years Omnium.
But then I did not find the fitting words to say "Goodbye", and actually was not sure, if I would not soon regret and – instead of adding it to the other xxx drafts or, better, to delete it – I scheduled it for Januar 2018. Then I could still decide ...
And here I am.  Having no fitting words.
Out of sight, out of mind it went between all the other Laughing Lhursdays and Saturday night musics.
Thus, sorry again for confusing.
Be sure, unless I am suddenly quitting life, I shall not quit blogging without  a few or rather many words to the fine friends I was allowed to meet, to thank you for all your kindness and patience and – to bless Seanhenge et Orbi ... and thus: Omnium. ;-)


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    1. You make me curious, arkadaş. :) I shall write you tomorrow morning!

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  2. Great shot and poem, McSeanagall. I remember it from October 2008, with the title 'Anchors aweigh!' The photo is still on the message board, next to my desk. But I don't like the word, 'Good bye.'

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    1. And, Claude, looking back I see that having said he had lost the urge to blog on October 16 2008 he was back blogging one week later! I have done much the same myself, several times. We shall just have to let Dear Sean proceed as he chooses, and carry our good wishes with him wherever he goes and whatever he does. Amen.

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    2. I agree with you Claude. Good bye! is so final...

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    3. Haha, McSeanagall. These were interesting months, Claude, eh? Nonsense and Muchsense Poetry at The Poor Mouth and Omnium, now and then.

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  3. Well said Andrew and amen to that also with best wishes

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  4. Well hello again Sean. Having just read you mad explanatory edit. I never did really believe that you had gone, but did not suspect the true explanation. You may retain the good wishes though.

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    1. Thankfully retaining your good wishes, dear Andrew. Thanks a lot!

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    2. In a few hundred years the re-telling of tales of your return will have transmuted into a resurrection story - trust me, I have looked - with significant consequences for the legacy of Saint Sean. I suspect it was all a craft publicity stunt.

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    3. Thank you for letting me know, Andrew. People just don't have a clue what kind of rumours and suspicions especially the saintest saints are exposed to.

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  5. As I was updating my diary from 2017 to 2018 I noticed a slip of paper that I missed regarding my intended post on my 10th anniversary of blogging on 25th October 2017.

    Although there were a few comments before from friends, my first blog comment was from Jams in February 2008 :-)

    We all miss him so much.

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  6. Jams was what the Irish sometimes call a real character. Sometimes I wish I could tell Shirl, how often I do think of her Jams. To imagine he is offering Mimi cheese makes me smile, though.

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  7. Well, that's a relief.
    Welcome back.. even if
    you didn't go anywhere. :)

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  8. So very late to the non-party as always... indeed, I often wondered if I would let that ship sail off myself... but never quite manage to either.

    This made me reminisce and look through Omnium posts past and perhaps surprised myself with how little I have commented here throughout the years. In my mind I've left voluminous commentary. I also bumped into some characters who I had long forgotten in this trawl those olden blogs, gladly as it turns out, but I am still very glad to think of you (and Claude and others) as dear-distant-friends.

    Peace, as always.

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  9. Ha, Chris, my dear-distant-friend. What a pleasure to read your words.
    So many things keep us busy with not doing what we would prefer to do; like keeping in touch with friends, at least now and then.
    Oh, procrastination, procrastination. Tomorrow, towmorrow... tomorrow I shall sit down and write you an e-mail. And if it were but a few words, for a beginning.
    Peace to you, too, philosopher.

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