Last night on email, a fellow blogging buddy -- and someone who I'd call a good friend even though we've never met -- had this to say to me: "Ugh. I hate it when you get overly serious and won't entertain my humor." We were just bantering back and forth about this or that, nothing heavy at all, and I apparently dove face first into an overly serious response. I admitted that I can definitely become overly serious from time to time. It's one of those qualities that lends itself to good sometimes and to being a real pisser at other times. How about you? Anyone else experience those same sorts of things or am I out here all by myself?
We've got a pretty heavy scene going on in our family this week. Could be seriously life-altering and changing. Quite frankly, I'm scared to death. I can't even stand the thought of what hell the outcome may bring. I'd love your good thoughts and such.
We've got house guests arriving Thursday for the weekend. I'll be away from email and blogging all weekend....we've got a full agenda and are really looking forward to entertaining these guys. They've never visited Portland before. I've already warned them: "You may not want to go home." It's a great place to live.
One last question for the world: Why is it that those crazy hairs on our backs, shoulders, even chest, turn a lovely shade of silvery platinum and poke up like a teenager as we age? I've just discovered this wonder of nature over the recent few months. Just a couple of strays on my shoulders that I try diligently to pluck.