Thank you all for the comments and discussions on the last post. That was great and I really enjoyed hearing from everyone and especially to hear from Ron again. However, I feel kinda sheepish because I think I misspoke a little in the post. I've just had a tremendous amount on my mind lately about totally non-blog related stuff (that's what I meant by the mulling and thinking) and the thoughts about the comments and Sitemeter just got worked in there somehow. I've been curious about the diminished comments lately but it doesn't really bother me because I see I still have my ever expanding group of regulars. And yes, I will continue to write about whatever I feel is appropriate but, like Ron said, I do like to hear from others because I get bored with me too! I like to hear others viewpoints. But still, I like what I write about and I don't have a problem with people from work or family knowing (although very few of those read this blog) about my personal life. And trust me, there is plenty I don't talk about but don't mind showing my feelings. I'm proud I've got them and am often perplexed by people I meet that don't seem to have feelings for others.
I mentioned that I have been aggravated by some stuff but it has not been anything to do with this blog or any comments left lately or anything. In catching up with the Man From 12 Years he has been telling me of his adventures in trying to find me and how that a couple of people we both know kinda tried to discourage him from finding me. They questioned his motives and even questioned whether or not he was waiting long enough after his wife died to speak to me! I just don't think that's really any of their business. I mean, it's been almost 8 months and he just wanted to find me, not get remarried next week. Plus, one of them even questioned whether or not he really wanted to find me, like there was something wrong with me. Geez! Now, I understand that the few guys that have my number are reluctant to give it out unless they know the person asking well, because my guys look out for me, but I don't know, that whole thing just kinda irritated me for some reason. The sweet part of the story is that they were all discouraging The Man, his own boss and his wife have been trying to fix him up with women from their church and he was just like, please ya'll, I just want to find Annie! And so he did.
Plus, a couple of people from work have been a little cool towards me lately in regards to Allen and that irritates me because they won't ask what the deal was even though I consider them good enough friends to do so. I mean, don't get an attitude with me if you're not going to ask for my side. I have never written about the demise of Allen and I because I felt it would always come off like I was running him down and I will not do that because he doesn't deserve that. We just didn't agree on some important issues.
But anyway, I guess I have just been overwhelmed lately by recent events. There has been so much to take in, in such a short time. I didn't write much about when The Man From 12 Years came here for the first time last week. I guess I've just been processing it still. We talked on the phone several times and it was just like old times. But to see him step through that door from the darkness, into the soft light of the house, is still a memory that gives me pause. We just kinda stared at each other for a second or two. I'll never forget the look on his face. Then suddenly, he was in my arms and for just a moment, it was as if I were supporting his whole weight, but easily so.
You just never know what life is going to send your way.