Finding your tribe.
If you read my blog much, you may have noted I've been grossly overcommitted lately and posting has been a bit odd. If I visit your site regularly, with very few exceptions, you'll have noticed a lack of comments from me for the past month, and I've really missed knowing what was going on with others, but I knew all would understand if I came in and caught up with everyone later.
Finally making the rounds today, I read a posts on two different blogs that made me cry. One was the reminiscences of a clever girl whose father died when she was 13. The post wasn't sappy or written to evoke sympathy, but I was very touched nonetheless. The other was on the blog of a fellow beader/creative person who's been going through a bit of a tough time, all of that erupting while I haven't been popping in on her blog. I felt sorry that I'd not been there to extend a kind word at the worst moments of her trial.
I've always said that the greatest aspect of the internet is that this medium affords humanity a forum to seek and form new communities. Bloggers are loosely cobbled together, and in many cases we don't even know one another's given names, but this has the makings of a neighborhood nonetheless.
Anyway, all this is by way of saying you're just a fabulous bunch of people, and I'm glad to be able to read what's going on with you and know your thoughts on life and what's happening in the world. You ARE my newspaper, you sexy people!
I did it this morning - got up in pajamas and pulled weeds, then got in the pool listening to JACK FM and swam around, then climbed on a pool float and took a nap in the rising sun. Lovely! Going to try to do that for the next 4 days, too, and then everything should be all weeded, at last. It's sad, but my weeds kind of make me look like i have a greener thumb than I do, so I hate to thin it all out!