As you never know when I will post again, the time has come to host yet another post and thus consummate the mission of my blogging experience.
Our adventures in Families for Children, in Coimbatore India was terminated by our return home to the United States of America, on the 2nd of July. Just do not ask why it has taken me a month to make time for my blog, because the answer is simple. I was completely lost in the blissful happiness of being enveloped by loving family, tantalizing food, and an unpolluted cool environment. Now that I have returned to reality I beg to bid you all adieu, for my work in the Garden of India is finished and I currently do not have any plans to return to India.
I cannot think of an umbrella word large enough to convey all the feelings felt on our fabulous frolicking enterprise. I enjoyed all the fun times and I will now enjoy relating to family and friends the difficult times in the most humorous exaggerated tones and words within my capacity to employ in the story telling. Maybe in some day pertaining to futurity I will return to that intriguing backward country. I do not know what will happen to the Garden of India...I do not even know what will happen to myself. I could try to go around predicting other's futures but I am afraid I would starve as a fortune teller. But to all intents and purposes I am terminating my unofficial, undisputed, unpaid, unprecedented, unprepared, unperturbed, position as Post Host for this blog. And just because I may invade the growing blogging world again, and for old time's sake let me once again reiterate the phrase.
This was David your Post Host, and even though life goes on it's merry unpredictable way, do not turn on the post-lude because you never know when I might post again.
Our adventures in Families for Children, in Coimbatore India was terminated by our return home to the United States of America, on the 2nd of July. Just do not ask why it has taken me a month to make time for my blog, because the answer is simple. I was completely lost in the blissful happiness of being enveloped by loving family, tantalizing food, and an unpolluted cool environment. Now that I have returned to reality I beg to bid you all adieu, for my work in the Garden of India is finished and I currently do not have any plans to return to India.
I cannot think of an umbrella word large enough to convey all the feelings felt on our fabulous frolicking enterprise. I enjoyed all the fun times and I will now enjoy relating to family and friends the difficult times in the most humorous exaggerated tones and words within my capacity to employ in the story telling. Maybe in some day pertaining to futurity I will return to that intriguing backward country. I do not know what will happen to the Garden of India...I do not even know what will happen to myself. I could try to go around predicting other's futures but I am afraid I would starve as a fortune teller. But to all intents and purposes I am terminating my unofficial, undisputed, unpaid, unprecedented, unprepared, unperturbed, position as Post Host for this blog. And just because I may invade the growing blogging world again, and for old time's sake let me once again reiterate the phrase.
This was David your Post Host, and even though life goes on it's merry unpredictable way, do not turn on the post-lude because you never know when I might post again.