September 15, 2011

“I am not eccentric…

… It's just that I am more alive than most people.
I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of goldfish.”  ― Edith Sitwell

September marks three years that “this, that and everything else” first appeared in this vast digital wilderness where blogs appear and vanish like wind-swept tumbleweed.  As anyone who hosts a blog may know, blogging is a mistress who is not only satisfied with comments, or the occasional rant. Ergo, this blogger is inspired by a muse, as evidenced in the purging of her hesitant soul.
The year I started the blog, I christened it “this, that, and everything else.”  It seemed apt in the Autumn of 2008 not knowing which direction this new experience was going to lead me. 
While tt&ee may be a singular odyssey, its richness and appeal, to my mind, is in the connection to each of you.  When a comment or post comes in from anywhere on this planet I marvel at the experience that connects us.  To this wondrous conclave of muse, family, friends and, well, ranters, who fill these pages with insight, inspiration and occasional bile, my heartfelt thanks.
As chance would have it - I had come to believe that absence might make the heart grow fonder, or at the very least, multiply the beats, tepid though they may be - a few days ago I noticed a surprising number of up clicks.  I was nonplussed, since compared to many, most, in fact, my list of online friends, acquaintances and fans, is witheringly modest, more like friendless you might say.  I could not fathom why this might be, until I learned of the eloquent tribute paid to me by an old friend. Here are two of the most beautiful words in the English language - thank you.  

And thank you to those of you, lovely and ardent few, who have been frolicking with me in this waltz from the beginning.  My heartfelt indebtedness for keeping me on the dance floor, and on my toes.

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