Is there any miracle on earth to compare with that of discovering a new friend, or having that friend discover you? So much is at stake, but I will gladly risk everything to give a promising relationship a chance.
~ Alex Noble, Moments of Stillness
You’ve been a patient lot. For the past several weeks, you’ve stopped by my place, read my words, and left comments. Some of you are old and dear friends, and others are new, drifting in from this place or that or completely by chance. Some of you have shared words of compassion, humor, and grace, while others of you have remained in the background, sending your thoughts my way with each anonymous visit.
Our relationship has been decidedly and uncomfortably one-sided. You’ve endured the mess that has been The Cheek as-of-late with very little ROI.
So this weekend, I’m coming over. My Reader is stacked with your posts, a thousand heartfelt invitations extended to meet up and interact. And time, that heavy-handed taskmaster, is cutting me some slack. It’s slowing down just long enough for me to pull up a chair and go on a virtual whirlwind tour of Tweakerland.
No need to pick up the place or prepare any fancy meal. Save the fine linens for the other guests. I’m cool with a glass of sweet iced tea and your words and pictures. I know where most of you hang out, so getting there shouldn’t be a problem. However, if I haven’t heard from you in a while, or if you’re one of those mythical lurkers who never chime in, please leave me a comment here; I’d love to include you in my itinerary.
This afternoon, the tour begins. But first, I must take the wee one shopping for a pink leotard and some tights . . .