Dearest M3 Readers,
These last weeks have been an exercise in breaking with tradition and schedule. Neither of which are my forte. (Wonders again how autistic she really is.) I need to thank you for a few things.
First, for appreciating my (relatively) wordless Friday evening post. While I normally allow the roller coaster of my life not to make my readers motion sick, I was not in the frame of mind to deal with the level of lunacy necessary to produce Friday Follies this week.
Although my competition is mighty, I may consider the occasional pictorial post. You may well be amazed at how diverse my interests truly are when you see some of the things I routinely photograph.
Second, for your endless interest in the myriad thoughts I scribe to the post. I am ever humbled by your presence to the scribbling.
Third, for your massive intellect and wit. After what seems like a month of travel, to sit before my screen to process comments was a roller coaster of a different sort.
Your comments make me hurt for you, sympathize (or empathize) with you, make me wonder what post you were reading, test my A&M personality*, humble me, make me blush and cause me to laugh until I have tears in my eyes.
In getting to know you, you have taught me to expect, which is not my way. In what can only be described as an optimist’s oxymoron, I learned long ago to expect nothing. When I get it, I am not disappointed. And before someone smacks me for being pessimistic, it is left-handed optimism: What I do receive is a welcome surprise.
Well, most of the time. Every once in a while there is a worm in the pineapple.
It really is a circle.
We keep returning to topics of friends and marriage (which all apply to rearing children, or do I need to post an explanation?) in what I would definitely not call irony. I see us in the discovery phase of our relationship.
See, I pick your brains for so many (non-zombie) reasons. For one, you give me tons of ideas about which to write, poll, research, read, give a damn…which for me can sometimes be a chore, as often my givadam is busted. Recently, though, I cut up its credit card, so I believe it is on the road to recovery.
Oops. I did that.
I have recently dropped the ball in being a better Quaint. I could insert one or two (dozen) excuses here, except I find excuses empty. Rather, I shall be more vigilant it not happen again.
Since I have asked over 500 questions on this blog (even if you do not include the polls), now it is time for you to turn the tables.
What question do you have for me?
*There are generally two types of people B&C people and A&D people. To get from A to D, some people absolutely must know where B&C are. The A&D people can figure it out. By the time most get to D, I am waiting much further down the alphabet. When I give directions I normally submit A and G, telling you I will meet you about M. (Did I mention M is my favorite letter?)