My friend Maude, who I have known literally my entire life, is not the world's best correspondent. And she lives in England, so we don't see each other very often. When we talk, we'll talk for hours. But the time difference means that doesn't happen all the time either.
But since she's been reading my blog, she has been writing more. She'll comment on what she's read and give me an update on her life. I love it.
The other day she said, "Now I have to read your blog regularly to be able to remain conversant with my husband."
"Dan came home the other night and said, 'Why doesn't Lisa think she is enough?'"
Maude continued, "This, out of the blue. I had no idea what he was talking about. So naturally I responded, 'What do you mean?'"
"She said it. In her blog. She doesn't feel like she's enough. Why doesn't she feel like she's enough?"
"So I said, 'It's probably because her parents let her pick out her own glasses when she was a child.'"
Hey there, just wanted to drop you a line and say you're blog is a new found pleasure. You can thank Megan for linking one of your blogs. Your stories are a great slice of life.ReplyDelete
Maude is so insightful! It's always the parents. I find great comfort in blaming my parents for all my quirks and failings. I call them every couple of weeks just to make sure we're all still crazy.ReplyDelete
Indiana James - thank you! I'm glad you like it! I will definitely thank Megan. I'm loving her blog.ReplyDelete
DCup - yes, it's always the parents, sigh sigh. We've been doing a lot of growing up together lately.
i think you're enough!ReplyDelete