This post is dedicated to a friend and a fan of this blog, and she knows who she is.
If you will excuse the expression, she is in the midst of kicking a$$ and taking names (an "urban" expression here in the States). And she's doing that today, so she doesn't want to hear any of my whining about life in general.
For that, I am grateful. This will not be a whining post. (or a wine post, although I should do one soon.)
I am grateful, daily, for the fact that she has been my friend for 51 years. Yes, someone has put up with me all that time. That's important for someone like me who is an only child.
And now, she will have to put up with me some more. I'm confident that she will be putting up with me for years to come. Despite that foe that begins with the letter "C".
What this week has shown me, as life has shown me so many times, is that life is not a straight line. No, it is a crooked line, meandering here and there. As you age, you have to understand that if you can make plans all you want, but sometimes life laughs at those plans.
|Mannequin Lamp, MacKenzie Childs, Aurora, NY|
I thought this lamp (yes, it is a lamp) I saw at one of my stops on Wednesday was "you", dear friend. That's because you, like this lamp, are one of a kind.
You have style.
You have class.
And you're a little strange, but in a good way. Just like this lamp.
I guess we deserve each other, because I'm strange, too. As long as you will have me, and the post office doesn't lose my cards to you, I want to dance through life with you with a lampshade on my head.
Thank you for being my friend.