I am not as attentive as once I was. I sit in corners alone not because I do not enjoy your company, but because I can no longer follow multiple conversations in the taverns. I get lost, and miss things directed to me. This may make me seem uninterested and aloof. In truth, I would like nothing more than to be able to follow along with what is taking place.
I enjoy your stories. It is the one way I am able to keep track of what is going on. And though I may still either pull in a corner and wait for someone to bring me up to date on what is happening, or launch into a seeming never ending tirade of words, I am interested in what you are all saying.
My eyes miss things that once they saw. My mind is more apt to get confused and lose track of stories and plots. But my thoughts and heart lie ever with you, the community of Catskills. And it is my hope that your stories continue for many years to come.
And if I must sneak in during the wee hours of the morning and read an accounting of that transpired in a plot-line an attempt to keep myself updated, well that is a small price to pay.
I enjoy your stories. It is the one way I am able to keep track of what is going on. And though I may still either pull in a corner and wait for someone to bring me up to date on what is happening, or launch into a seeming never ending tirade of words, I am interested in what you are all saying.
My eyes miss things that once they saw. My mind is more apt to get confused and lose track of stories and plots. But my thoughts and heart lie ever with you, the community of Catskills. And it is my hope that your stories continue for many years to come.
And if I must sneak in during the wee hours of the morning and read an accounting of that transpired in a plot-line an attempt to keep myself updated, well that is a small price to pay.