Is this then life?

Yes, as you know, after a delay of five days, my big suitcase arrived. Happy day!

What you did not know is this:

I have not been able to find the keys to unlock the suitcase that arrived five days late.

I believe the keys are in a pocket of the blue jeans I was wearing on my flight back to the U.S.

Yet where are the blue jeans? They cannot be found. Where are they? Where could they be? Where can they be hiding in my daughter's lovely but small studio apartment? And, when they are found, and pockets searched, will the keys be there?

There is a favorite line of mine from The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. One of the boys reads an essay he wrote at a school assembly. The title and topic of this twelve-year old's high-faluting talk is: "Is this then life?" And, of course, he uses great gestures and looks like a serious orator.

I am also asking myself: "Is this then life?"

Is this then life? Delayed luggage? Lost keys? And not having the right shoes?

I have decided that this blog entry is the last entry I will ever write about my misdoings. From now on, I am going to be silent about any misclivities of mine. From now on, I will solely inspire and uplift. From now on, I will leave out anything that paints me as faulty no matter how true. From now on, I am going to be a model of perfection -- in this blog, I will. You'll see.