It seems that at a certain point in life, one is sort of “tootling” along – moving forward in a more leisurely way. At age 77, I think that’s about the right speed for me. Still fascinated with the world yet not in such a hurry to devour the landscape. I also think that “tootling” is perhaps the appropriate title for this blog.
The dictionary indicates that “tootling” means to move in a languid fashion, as well as to make a gentle sound. So I intend to go “tootling” through life and then broadcasting my experiences and thoughts here on these pages.
I suppose that “tootling” is an old-fashioned word. I found it in quaint passages from the works of H.G. Wells and others, and in one truly confusing quote by Charles Dickens in Our Mutual Friend: “Mr. tootle is so far figurative, touching the dismemberment, as that he means the boat, and not the man.”
Well even that opaque reference seems to fit, given my literary bent. By way of introduction I’ll briefly mention that I was a journalist early in life, blogged for years, completed a Bachelor’s and Master’s in creative writing, and published a novel. I like the idea that I am sharing a creaky old word with Wells, Dickens and others.
In this blog I will share thoughts; comment on existence, philosophy, art, literature. I’ll talk about people of every stripe, finding our way through life, growing old with panache. It will be a lovely journey and I hope you will come along.
— Jonnie Martin