tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881322036952884343.post4321294655704458744..comments2023-08-28T22:12:52.722-04:00Comments on Fearless by default: Day forty five...In the pocket.F. Alex Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06379826763682437312noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881322036952884343.post-59765154649833008612008-02-17T11:15:00.000-05:002008-02-17T11:15:00.000-05:00Ah, spring, when a young man's thoughts turn to......Ah, spring, when a young man's thoughts turn to...<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>...pleated tuxedos! That is a swell schoolday story--I'm sure that Kelly remembers it fondly! When I was in 4th grade, the boy I had a crush on, Tommy Mason, rode his bike to my house on my birthday, where I was having a party. At my door, he gave me a home made envelope (paper and masking tape!) on which he had written: To [Ina], From Tommy, though he had misspelled <B>From</B> on the first try, so it was F-crossed out O--R-O-M. He offered birthday wishes, then rode away. Inside the envelope was $1.25! I was suddenly the richest girl in town! And I'll never forget that moment.<BR/><BR/>It does feel like spring, Alex. In my constant sisyphean struggle to fit my 200 tons of life-effects (aka 'crap') into my 50 ton house, I rearranged my room yesterday so that my bed is now facing the window. I awoke to a new view of the trees and if felt like spring. When I got up and went into the girls' room & opened their shade, I was surprised to see all the snow on the ground--I expected tulips!<BR/><BR/>The drawing on that card I sent you at the Pig Farm was one I did some time ago in anticipation of spring. Though it's true that I love all the seasons, spring has the thrill of new life. <BR/><BR/>It's a good day to be sober. Congratulations on 51 days and counting.<BR/><BR/>[Such a long comment--I know, I know, get your own damn blog, Ina!]Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com