As we relive our lives in what we tell you

Scenes of unimportance, like photos in a frame;

Things that go to make up a life.

The Toaster has been running cool lately, but another Summer has come and gone, bringing indelible moments of such richness that no blog entry could serve to add or detract.

Family has gathered; friends have come and gone - births, deaths, other milestones - leaving me with an altered point of view.  For nearly two years now, Wry Toast has become the repository of some treasures, but at some point it took on the saccharine flavor of mawkish self-absorption.

Time to rinse out the bad aftertaste.

Time to spark something new.

And so, it's back to the beginning--Genesis, literally--to reset the bearings.  No, not the Book--the Band.  And The Song, "Home by the Sea," whose lyrics have already begun to dot this blog. 

Images of sorrow, pictures of delight
Things that go to make up a life.

If I do get the chance to relive my life someday...

Endless days of Summer, longer nights of gloom
Just waiting for the morning light.

or at least glimpse the images as they flash before my eyes...

Scenes of unimportance, photos in a frame,
Things that go to make up a life.

this is the place were they'll be... self-selected to be sure. 

As we relive our lives in what we tell you.

After all, I haven't totally forsaken the comfort that comes from self-delusion.