Tom Simard

Poetry, Music, and Prose

“I stop somewhere waiting for you.”

Soon and very soon I’ll be saying goodbye to blogging.  It’s been a very enjoyable three years but a new job in a new country will no longer permit me the time I need let alone the focus necessary (if anything, I’m a man easily distracted).

When I emerge on the other side, my head will poke up like a groundhog ushering in spring.

Until then, all the best.

 

 

 

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10 thoughts on ““I stop somewhere waiting for you.”

  1. Sorry to see you go…but that’s life. All the best to you. Truly.

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  2. All things must pass. Good luck with your new life abroad!

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  3. Indeed.

    Thanks!

    New experiences will no doubt abound.

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  4. It has been great reading your posts. All the best….

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  5. Best of luck to you in your new country. It’s been great reading your posts or listening to your selected music even if I didn’t comment each time.

    Good luck and much success in your new job too.

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  6. It looks as if your absence started with this post. I hope everything is going swimmingly in your new country (I was always curious about the OLD one). Even if it’s not here, I hope we’ll hear more of you through your work.

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  7. Great to hear from you as always.

    I’d love to say that things were going swimmingly. Actually the opposite, so I suppose I should things are going drowningly. I was offered the job but it was for SEPTEMBER 2016 if you can understand that – I tried and failed so stopped trying.

    Still in the old country and any questions you might have about it send them to thomasasimard@gmail.com for the answering. Not sure how long I’ll be here though, and it’s looking like I might end up where it all began.

    Thanks. I’d like to think that I’d be able to start writing again at some point but at this stage I really need to find me a job. I took a bath and got a haircut so that should help. The last line as well as “Get a job!” actually uttered to my cousin and I back in ’73 before our hair was actually long. We’d gone to canoe camp and were on a journey that would take us 150 miles in 7 days. Anyway, we were starving for “real food” so we were making our way from where we’d camped into La Crosse, WI along the train tracks when a man felt the need to express himself. We thought it was hilarious.

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