shamelesly seeking comments
This morning Iris asked me, “Why is that bird lonely?” I thought she was reading a lot into its faraway facial expression until I realized what she really meant was, why is that bird alone? Why is there only one?
So I set about trying to explain to her the difference between alone and lonely, including the puzzling fact that it is possible to feel lonely when you’re not alone. A feeling I must admit I've been well-acquainted with lately. Sorry, I really mean to keep it chipper here in aonekoland, but this happens to me every year around the holidays. I guess, despite my last post about making peace with the holiday season, there are still some things about it that get me down – things that are harder to pin down, harder to remedy.
So I have a small favor to ask. If you’re reading this, and especially if you’re a regular of any kind, would you leave a comment telling me one thing about yourself? (Or more – I mean, if you want to spill your whole life story, knock yourself out! no pressure to sum yourself up in one little factoid! – but one is all I ask.) I would be pleased to meet you. In return, I will tell you as many things about myself as comments I receive. If that's not incentive, I don't know what is!
I'll leave you with another picture from the archives since I never seem to be home anymore during the light of day, fleeting as it is. Oh, I'm sure that is not contributing at all to this little malaise. But the solstice is only a week away!
PS Hi Dad! Hi Kat! Hi Ronica and Amy! I know you’re out there!