I mean my actual blood related family. My mother and my father, and still my grandfather. My uncles and my aunt. My sisters.

We’re not perfect. We can piss each other off. We get upset with one another. We have drama, sometimes, but not always. Most of the time things are positive. We laugh about stuff. We vent. We look out for each other. We help one another out the best we can.

By listening. By offering help. By getting together for a meal, or a movie. Hang out at the house.

I’ve tried to be family with people that aren’t really family. No one seems to want to do that, so I’ll leave you all alone. I think for people who are readers and writers, most of you have said very little. And that’s okay, I don’t care anymore. Hey, forget about it. Have a good life, I wish you all the best.

I will continue writing. I do enjoy writing. Sharing stories, fictional and memories. I figure it makes me feel good while I write this stuff out. It also helps me in becoming a better writer.

I think come fall semester of this year I want to take a class or two at the community college. I will forever be a student, first and foremost. If I master a craft, I’m still a student. I study the craft, forever. Why not? I have nothing to lose, I can only gain by reading and writing. Interactions with human beings? I get enough of that from my family, the people I mentioned in the beginning of this post.

Maybe down the line, other people and I will have good times. Then again, maybe not. Either way, it’s all good. I’m not concerned, worried, or anxious about much. I’ve got all that I need, all that I want. I’m content.

I don’t need more. More? Nope. This is good enough. This is enough. Glass might be half empty, in my posts… Glass might be half full. Sometimes it’s a glass with water. Neither empty nor full. Water and glass.

ALSO>>>>>>

Walt and I are moving full steam ahead on this new project we’re collaborating on. It’s a horror story. I’ll let Walt share more with you all on social media, if he chooses to do so. I’m very excited about this novel. I mean, oh jeez Rick. Calm down! Don’t point the laser gun at me!

Philip Webb