I think we all grow up realizing we are only temporary residents here. Reaching the late 50s, I have begun to see more clearly the possibility of an end of lease. At a younger age, I would have thought a commitment to something great would have been the best possible thing. Now, seeing how every good intention gets twisted into something awful, I wonder if playing with toy soldiers is such a bad thing. It does not cost much money, I do not get opportunities to involve myself that frequently, and no one is physically threatened by the enormous plastic and metal weapons.

On the other hand, I do not earn much in the process nor have I heard of many people having successful careers in he field. It is not something that will relegate one to some special remembrance or change the world for the better. Still, it seems that even without some material purpose it has purpose unto itself, a magical little world populated by millions all intertwined in ludicrous conflict.

December usually comes and goes quickly. I have had little enough time to even snap any of my poor quality photos of the thousands of miniatures drifting about. The Imex/Accurate figures have reemerged upstairs and are placed in serried ranks of varying colors. WarWeb shut down after failing to deliver on some 10mm Saxons. It has been an up and down time.

I found the baby strolling through the family room with my driver’s license. I suspect that she is a baby who will be into things in a big way. Right now, she has three goals: chew, bang, and hide. Life will be much more complicated when she learns to climb stairs.

Needless to say, changes continue and hopefully I will get some chance to document them in the coming quickly passing weeks.