Does This Blog Make My Ass Look Big?*
I'm almost outta here. My '80s jewelry has been melted down and molded into a golden minivan that will take us south. (It's a short, convertible minivan; I didn't have that much jewelry.) I won't get to post again before I leave, tomorrow morning. Packing, meeting with detectives (that case from last week), getting a haircut, enduring a medical appointment (hi, Nina ;), finishing up work stuff. I have responded to the flurry of comments from last Friday when I posted the 25-year-old photograph -- I was 20; the photo is now 25. I have corrected the one who thought I was blond and the ones who thought I was black. And I was very amused by both. I still say, read this and this and form your own image. It will be more accurate than using that photograph. If I go missing, do NOT put that photo on the milk cartons, or you may never see me again!
I'll be away the rest of the month. (That sounds more extravagant than 10 days.) We'll be sharing a cottage in the Blue Ridge Mountains with another family -- two parents and a kid, the dad of that family having been Jif's close friend since third grade. Very lovely people.
Please forgive my not visiting your blog lately. Work has been so crazy, in terms of hours and intensity. I have followed the well-worn paths to a few old blogfriends' places, and made a couple of new friends, but many of you whom I find most delightful, I just haven't been to see you much. It's not a reflection of my regard for you. And bless your hearts for coming to see me anyway.
While I am gone, there are some people I'd like you to meet. Sarah visited me not very long ago, and I was "hooked" quickly. The first thing I read about Sarah was how she had a painting of a picnic on her head, complete with M&M-stealing ants. Not on her hat, right there on her head. She is smart, and funny, and opinionated and kind. And right now she's very ill. She has non-Hodgkins' lymphoma, and she has recently begun the 120-day journey that will lead to her getting a bone marrow transplant, and becoming well. She only started posting in June, so you can read her blog from the beginning and get the whole story.
While she's hospitalized and not up to blogging, she has an amazing partner, Nikki, and six sisters who have started a blog to keep blogfriends updated. Her sister, Shoshie, is the head-artist and even more importantly, the bone-marrow donor. Their blog is SWLF: Sarah's Wacky, Loving Family. They appreciate all the prayers, well wishes, good vibes, healing energy and any other good stuff you know of, sent in their direction. And you know how bloggers spell "love": c-o-m-m-e-n-t. Go visit and leave some encouragement or something to help them laugh. Other bloggers going through health troubles, and their families, have said how very much it has meant to them to have us internet strangers sending them love and prayers. We do what we can, and we can surely do that.
mrtl found this quote last week, and it comes to mind now:
Let a good man do good deeds with the same zeal that the evil man does bad ones.Yea, like that. (Ahem, lest you get the impression that mrtl is all wise and deep and dignified and whatnot, I will also tell you that this week she taught me the "cocksucker drinking game." Ask her.)
God bless you. Thank you for visiting here. I'll see you soon. XOXO
*The title here pays homage to the inimitable Bucky Four-Eyes.