Sorry to anyone still wandering into my site to see what's new. The answer is that :

1. I've been "stupid" busy with work,

2. "my" football team the 49ers have been wending their way to the ultimate game tomorrow,

3.  I've gone up a couple of weekends to the SF East Bay to check out what we intend to do about my late parents' home,

4.  and PLC and I were informed we have to move.

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As for the "work" portion we have been inudated with laborious tasks and the scenario unfolding goes something like this: "if you want to remain employed for an uncertain amount of time you will have to do more work, in a shorter amount of time and not complain about it."

Fortunately I have nothing to fall back on except a suicidal sword so that decision is already pre-fabbed for me.

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Pictured above is SF QB Colin Kaepernick running away from the Pack

In what should be a thrilling journey in the land of make-believe populated by actors, singers and athletes who are crazily and disproportionately over-paid, over-loved, over-idolized, over-indulged, over-worked and over-blamed for the sins of the culture they have developed in- I have hit the jackpot with two teams from my hometown of San Francisco who are entrants in the championship game. The baseball Giants have already won that game the last two of three years. Tomorrow in the late afternoon my and my blood family's first true love, the 49ers, will be trying to defeat the Ravens of Baltimore for the American football championship.

And it is a thrilling journey in that suspension-of-disbelief, let's-not-worry-about-the-REAL-problems-of-the-World manner we have come to expect for our circuses to accompany our bread (see second paragragh above).

One rather demoralizing off-shoot story that has emerged within the two-week orgy of  Super Bowl press-versus-jock pirhanna feeding that is typical of the sports press at this time is that first one and then to a slightly lesser extent, two other members of these 49ers made homophobic and then thinly veiled homo-nervous comments. The team spokespeople, management, head coach and a significant number of top players made sympathetic, supportive comments about being accepting of a gay player in their midst, but THAT genie appears to have slipped out of the bottle naked and drunk right when Bunny and the Andersons were arriving by limo to their luxury suites. Oh my goodness.

But for me, the game, the game, the game is the thing. Perish the thought we should have to liberate ourselves without the burgeoning support of our fave actors, players and various and sundry celebs but it used to always be that way back in the days.

I any event while I've never been a proponent of throwing the baby out with the bath water and believe that two goals may be pursued at the same time even while they don't have the same importance I have also never based my vote or my aim in this world solely on the opinion of even those I love, respect or any partial combination of the foregoing.

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Of the third subject- my/our parents home- there have been some disagreeable incidents -but aside from and despite those my sibs, relatives and I have managed to soldier on.

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As to the fourth, PLC is phoning as I type and mostly getting discouraging news about future prospects for our living digs. But we will find a way to prevail and eventually inhabit an acceptable if not palatial substitute sooner rather than later.

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So that has much to do with my current lack of appearance here and at all of my friends' blogging outposts as well.

I expect to be a more regular participant when we get some much-needed dust-settling done.

We're hoping the above "dream house" takes Section 8.