Confession: After much reflection on this topic of blogging, I have concluded that the only way forward is for me to stop altogether. Thanks to everyone for allowing a good time to be had by all.
Sorry. That was my April Foolish attempt at a lame joke. But I trust anyway that you’ll find the profound relief or agony you experienced in the moment insightful.
What actually happened was that I got sick.
Here I am again.
We woke up to several more inches of snow on Sunday, which was a calamity all its own. I mean, a whole month ago we were talking about the winter that wouldn’t end. I tell everyone I meet that I’ve decided to quit whining about the weather, but it just won’t stop. (Not the weather nor the whining either…) Last week in town a cashier in a little country store said to me, “Are you enjoying the beautiful weather?” I thought I misunderstood her. It was overcast and 35 degrees outside on the twenty-seventh of March, but she was entirely sincere. Hey, it was above freezing and not precipitating.
Then my boys came home from World Awareness Day at school. “Mom, do you know how to say ‘snow’ in Afghanistan? ‘Barf.’” I pushed them on it. “Come on, you’re making that up.” “No, really, Mom. She had a box of soap there with the word barf on it and we asked what it meant and she said snow.” You gotta hand it to em. The country may have a few small problems to work out in terms of women, war and poverty, but they sure as shootin know what to call the weather.
But I’m not whining anymore. I’m past that.
Plus it melted, and today was gorgeous. Blue sky and 65 degrees and the first wiener roast of the season. Mmmm-hmm.
Okay, now that I got my bearings again and properly discussed the weather we can move on to the topic at hand: blog reading. I interviewed six people, actually. I was particularly interested in the outliers, so I chose the two lowest responders (1/1), the highest responder (99/41), and three in the middle. I tailored my questions to their individual comments, but asked one common question of each: What’s your favorite way to keep up with friends and connect with people?
I think you’ll enjoy their thoughts: three of them tomorrow,* three on Thursday,* and a few reflections from me after that.*
* Except of course if I can’t, or if the Lord returns or has other plans for me
I love the ‘barf’ conversation. Now I’ll just watch the snow fall & think the sky is just barfing. Love it! Hope you weren’t barfing when you were sick. Yuck! Glad your better.
I’ve been wondering what happened to you. No blogging. No emails. No face time.
I hope that you’re feeling better.
Outliers. I caught that since I’ve recently read a book with that title. I’m loving Malcolm Gladwell’s books. Ever read his?
I never have! They look fascinating!
I’m a pretty silent reader, here, Shari, and was so glad your joke was a joke!
I really enjoy your blog Shari but have only been a silent reader. Your joke made me think, “maybe she just needed one more season to tell
her how much her blog is appreciated and she would’ve kept on.” Sadly, how many times in life do I miss opportunities to make a difference.
Anyway, glad you’re keeping on. I always look forward to reading your posts!
Snow is called Barf in Afghanistan… and while I love snow, I laughed so hard at your description of its accuracy! After driving up to the school in snow…ahem, barf… and then more on Saturday, I was rather tired of the white stuff. And just for fun, mulberries are called “toot”. 🙂