Well, it’s true. Confession is good for the soul.
Thanks to those of you who read and have the courage and compassion to comment, I have received some excellent advise and consolation. I called my dear friend. We talked for over an hour and talked about my fear and cowardice, and her love and understanding. We talked about our other friends and we talked about politics. We talked about blogs and the joy I find in this interesting, intelligent community. Now I am relieved of the burden of self loathing and can pick up the pone any time and reach out. Once I get my car running again, I’ll go visit. Worse comes to worse I’ll call a cab. Worse comes to very worse, I’ll start walking her direction and do what I did when I was young and fearless, and stick out my thumb and hitch a ride.
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6 comments:
Haven't (unfortunately) had a chance to read the latest masterpiece, only skim. I sent an email that's on your profile ("hedda" as in "Hopper?")
The weekend is here, so I'll have a bit more time to read your posts.
If only I'd been so quick. No twas Gabler. That Hedda. Hopper sounds a lot sexier and funny, probably had more fun too.
Yeah, pick up your pone and reach out! LOL!
You're better off with Gabler. Hedda Hopper hated Dorothy Parker. A woman of little taste, obviously.
Petro, vigilante is right. You're a cypher. What are you? Animal, vegetable or mineral? You're a little too friendly with that gas pump, if you get my drift.
OMG, Utah. Petro Posted.
Good for you. If you can't go see her talking on the phone is just as good.
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