The Trifecta Blogs have become a regular love-fest. You know who you are. isn’t it wonderful? i am privileged and honored to be mentioned. i check you both first every day, and i am never let down.
Have you noticed that there is not a lot going on? I am over halfway through Winesburg, Ohio, which has put me in the mood to be uneventful. This is a book about small town living, where the characters are allowed to be both sad and beautiful. When I read, I am taken back to the likes of Harry Atkinson or Tabitha Hites or Flo Hoskinson. These are the names that have shaped me into the person I am, and the reason that old friends from Washington Court House who have not seen each other in a long time can sit together at a bar and still have a connection. These names make up a bit of our framework. Everyone who lived in a small town has them. Bill Cotrill. Mary Kay West. A.J. Anders. I bet Ryan Kelley might know what I’m talking about better than I do. And the town newspaper reporter who uncovered them all? Isn’t that wonderful? All I need now is one or two failed adventures to be complete.
Seth has not slept in over 24 hours and is not tired. I am going to Cincitown tomorrow to walk with Mae in the sky. Or at least that’s how it has been explained to me. I am looking forward to this time way more than you would think from reading this blog.
In other news I, as colleen mentioned the other day in her blog, am only good at keeping hilarious things alive. I am not good at creating my own humor from scratch, like mae or my husband or many others. For instance, Seth is sitting on the bed right now, strumming along and singing a pitiful version of Smash Mouth’s AllStar. Now that is hilarious. and from scratch. I could never be able to do something like that. But, I can recognize good humor. I do have a nose for gold. I have the ability to breathe life into something that may be otherwise heard and forgotten, and tomorrow, I will tell you how one man exploited this in “the saddest story ever told.”
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