I'm Late-but Thankful!

Being a squatter rather than a true and responsible citizen of this brave new world, I feel that the least I can do is post here once a year. August '08 came and went and I failed to discharge my duties. I'm not the most organized person around, and I have a whopping Can 'O Excuse for my tardiness in many areas of life. Why on earth, then, should I be slogging this post out on Thanksgiving morning, sitting here with wet hair when I am due at Thanksgiving Breakfast with the In-laws in less than an hour, with a turkey and several billion side dishes to cook, and with (insert the rest of whatever most of us have to do today, tomorrow and forever here)? Truth be told, it's probably because that's how I roll ...always have. However, Linda deserves a share in the responsibility for this one, for I can't leave her post today unanswered.

First, my friend, thank you for your birthday wishes, thank you for understanding, and thank you for Linda. Wouldn't have you any other way either, although I think you'd do well to follow Amanda's lead in creative hairstyling. It could be a good look; shaking things up might be fun.

Second, thank you for always writing a creative and thoughtful post. How many people can actually SAY who and when declared this day of Thanksgiving in this nation for the first time...and in the midst of an earlier time of frightening uncertainty for the United States of America? To be thankful in the face of fear is to affirm faith. I can only imagine what President Lincoln thought of in the wee small hours in 1863...

Third: I'm thankful that I am still treading along as well, mindful that it would take little to change that, and prayerful for the future. God bless us, Everyone!.

Tick-Tick-Tick

I need a new clock. I want a real clock., one with a nice circular face, clearly marked with large numerals. A clock with metal hands that tick off the hours in true clockwise fashion. Digital clocks are time thieves. They sit there, silently switching past too many minutes and hours that escape without notice. I think these digital things are evil and I blame them for my inability to get anything done on time anymore.

Timing is indeed everything.

That"s my story; I"m sticking to it.

That Mr.Right took a fall off of two paint cans yesterday--that's right, I said paint cans--two stacked containers of Sherwin-William's finest that he somehow thought would be a fine substitute for a ladder, that he did some nasty damage to his left wrist and was more than a bit uncomfortable is no excuse for keeping Linda breathlessly awaiting my sage observations about love, lost or otherwise. Her post yesterday deserves better, but right now I deserve a good night's sleep. I spent my evening alternating between watering about fifty potted plants to brace them for a predicted high temperature of 102 today, yelling "what in the world were you thinking" at my wounded hubby, and trying to find something that would appease the appetite of a very sick cat. Tomorrow. For sure. I love ya, Linda, but my mattress beckons and I can't resist.

Maybe

It occurs to me that it's nearly time for my annual August post. Having recently spent some time with the people behind some of the most intriguing blogs out there, I know that the Blogosphere is full of interesting and very real people who have unique insights that I enjoy. As for me: I've plenty to say. I'm just not sure if anything I have to say is fit for public consumption. I wallow in ideas; I'd like to find a way to integrate writing about my life with producing something that doesn't sound like case notes from a therapy session. I guess I'll ruminate another month or so...

Always...

What do ya do with a friend like Linda?

Wrong question. Better: what I would do without Linda?

Answer: blank, zippo, nada, none. I refuse to consider it; I never want to find out.

My entire family is moved deeply by the support, prayers, hugs, tears and virtual hands to hold that came our way as a result of Linda's phenomenal memory for passwords and her unique gift for finding creative ways to lighten the load for a friend. How she does it all is beyond me, given that just about everyone she meets ends up in the friend category.

I'd like to think that I will eventually personally thank all who responded to Linda's post and took the time to come here to leave words of encouragement in the form of comments to my prior post. I'd also like to think I'm hitting the Mega Millions jackpot this week, and that by next week I'll be rounding Linda and all you other kind folks up for a month in Maui.

My Real-O-Meter tells me that the odds of either happening are not favorable.

So, I'll keep it simple and from the heart. Thank you. I'll never forget any of you, and I hope someday to join you here in the Blogosphere.

The Things We Do For Love...

If there's a contest for collecting the most blogs on various sites and ignoring the existence of all, let me know. We have a winner here!

It's not that I have nothing to say. It's a personal problem with consistency.

The property of holding together and retaining my shape is not the sort of consistency that keeps these pages cheerfully blank. What we have here is a choice from column B: consistency as harmonious uniformity or agreement among things or parts.

Harmonious 'R Us, but uniformity is relative. Lurking about the blogosphere whenever possible is fun, but uniformity in this world requires regular posting, coupled with visits to and comments on other blogs on a more-or-less consistent basis. Honestly, my life has little wiggle room for personal pursuits; my heart and inclinations lie elsewhere at the moment.

So here I'll stay, squatting on my cozy electron of cyberspace, possession of which allows me to comment without the hassle of typing in those annoying contorted letters required of anyone flying in stealth mode. My homestead makes it easier to stalk Supermom, who is not only a witty, devoted and insightful blogger, but a great judge of character. Hence, this site.

Please turn on the lights and bring the cat in when you leave.

See ya.