Pardon Me, May I Crash Your Party?
After skulking through the forum as far back as the Village
allows, I found an intelligent, caring cast of party goers. But
I've looked in vain for a mention of where the party will be
held. Will it be in the Al Fresco room in Big Bad Ben's Bar
and Grill, (Barkeep, a glass of Merlot please), or maybe a
finger-licking barbeque on a patio where no mosquitoes are
allowed on a lovely July evening. Oh, but since its gotten
pretty cold for that now, perhaps it will be in an elegant
sitting room where petit fours are served on exquisite crystal
plates, the sugar is cubed, and tea and coffee are poured
from sterling silver urns.
What's that? You say the party is just here on the computer
screen and the only garden involved is the view out of our
own windows? That would seem to make dancing and
hors d'oeuvres a bit tricky. But its just as well, my party
dress is quite out of style, and now I won't have to change
out of my baggy jeans and comfy Minnie Mouse shirt.
A while back, someone wrote that they would like some new
young participants to bring new ideas; sorry, I can no longer
qualify in that regard - I'm so old that some people who don't
know me, seem to think that I am fragile, offer to carry my
tray in the cafeteria, and call me Ma'am (hate that). Since
I may have just come from hoisting 35 pounds of used coffee
grounds Ã¯Â¿Â½ But if you could use a new voice in your choir -
I'm a sorta off key alto.
Many years lived, means many experiences Ã¯Â¿Â½ good and bad.
And many experiences means that some of them, like yours,
were interesting and some were funny (to me).
I've enjoyed your quotes, jokes, stories, and music, but most
of all, I've admired the way that you respect each other. There
is so much empathy when someone is going through a bad
time and delight with each other's successes and good times.
Its a good thing that there is no shortage of ((( 's and )))'s
on your keyboards, a delightful way of expressing your
concerns and support.
By the way gandle(s), my mother's name was Leone, a name
rarely given to baby girls after the 1940's. Every time I read
it, it takes me on a memory trip.
So, who am I? Shy in person, but not on a keyboard, not
very educated, and a bit weird. I have a husband who has a
very quirky sense of humor and keeps me laughing, a son
and a daughter who lead interesting lives, two tuxedo
cats, and one outlier, who are amusing and amazing. My
main interests are politics (I know, I know, a no-no),
gardening, children with learning "differences",
genealogy - which leads to history, and, and, and Ã¯Â¿Â½
I love a good conversation and would like to crash yours.
May I come in, please?
(A disclaimer: - not affiliated with the Salahis, the
President's State Dinner Party Crashers Extraordinaire.)