Thanks for the fish

'There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable.
There is another theory which states that this has already happened.'
-Douglas Adams, Restaurant at the End of the Universe



I do not believe I read any Douglas Adams from which the title of this entry (Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy) comes, inspired the opening to today's entry. I didn't even know DA died at the much too young age of 49 until I searched his name moments ago.



One of the reasons I am slow to blogging is having read a few 'run of the mill' blog entries, I have noted that the contents are of most interest, most likely, to the reader and in many cases, few others. I decided to forge ahead in spite of this because, well, to state the obvious-- I can -- whereas I know I could not last one half of one half-day on Survivor. The closest I've come to that is sleeping in a tiny unheated cabin for one called a hermitage at my Zen teacher's monastery (And if you don't have a Zen teacher, you really should). At that I felt like Rocky climbing the stairs in the Philadelphia Art Museum the first time I used the out house on prem. (The requisite silence of the privileged environment precluded appropriate musical accompaniment regrettably.)



After I posted my maiden entry here on Sunday, and took childish delight in my comments and followers (thank you Dad!), it dawned on me that I won't even write a Christmas letter because I find it an impersonal way to communicate, (though I love to read each and every one we receive) yet here I am BLOGGING effusively and backwards sommersaulting in my mind because, among others, my dear friend BU said she was along for the ride all the way over there in Florida! And speaking of Dad, boy do I owe him an apology for his email accompaniments to his wonderful photographic submissions to friends and family (Dad, they're long winded I have said. That's fine with me, he has replied. And so he should.)



Even before I received word that my job had been eliminated, I interviewed for a wonderful writing job in another company and it seemed as if I got along famously with the team. The hiring manager delivered the feedback that 'there were some problems with your writing samples.' I'm sure anyone reading this can imagine that is like telling a Miss America contestant.... "Miss Minnesota? Your looks? That bathing suit? I don't think so.... " Though she said complimentary things about my personality, I was crushed because I so felt as if I hit it off with her. In fact, I think she did me the courtesy of explaining 'about my writing' because she did like me so well.



She spoke about the writing being multilayered and difficult to tease out that which was original from that which was overlay-- I am paraphrasing but that's what I walked away with. Have I justified my maintaining a blog with this explanation and will I let an HM read it? I don't really know but, as stated elsewhere, I'm in it to see what happens and couldn't be more flattered that my loved ones (and everyone who has responded to me is *definitely* in that crowd) want to read.



Ciao for now,



C

PS: RR- start your blog so *I* can read it!



While I admire the glass is half full type...I'm comfortable with the fact that my glass will always have a slow and steady leak. (author unknown)