As I began my daily blog reading, my mouse slid toward the tool bar at the top of my screen where many of you "reside". No, I can't fit all of you there but the ones I read most often are at my fingertips, so to speak. The rest are bookmarked for easy access. As I went to click on the first link, I made a funny discovery.
My toolbar has unwittingly become the United Nations of Reading.
It didn't start out that way. The first person I ever added to the list was Shug, my inadvertent catalyst for those to come. His kind answers to my never ending questions evolved into history lessons, discussions of Peter Pan and a way of looking at the world through a different pair of eyes. Poetic eyes. Poetry was something I'd left back in college, but with his help, I've re-discovered it, this time with an adult appreciation which reads for the joy of it, minus the "but what is he REALLY saying?" lectures of school that killed it for me.
Then came Rachel, first with her postcards and musical notes until her book too had a place on my shelf next to Shug's. Next the lovely titian haired Titus came into the picture, followed by Kim Ayres, who let me stare through an entirely new camera lens. Suddenly Scotland had taken the lead on the toolbar.
I don't remember how I discovered Susan, [perhaps that parallel universe we live in] but she became the beginning of "Team Ireland". Adding to my ever growing list of poets and writers, Ken Armstrong was up next, sharing not only his love of words, but music as well...and yes, I'm hooked on Planxty, thank you very much. Next came Radge, our roving bachelor who is looking for love and, thanks to the economy, a new job. Mapstew entertains through his musical choices and I'm looking forward to the day we can talk him into a YouTube video of his own band. Sadly the Moo Man fell off the toolbar after not posting for several months. Radge swears he's alive, Susan claims he's been possessed by Facebook but I suspect the Cows got ticked off with him and are holding him captive in the barn. Sadly, without access to magazines, they have no way of putting together a ransom note.
My toolbar was beginning to remind me a childhood show I watched called "Romper Room". It was aimed at pre-schoolers and featured "Miss Nancy", a sweet, smiling woman who taught us to be kind and have manners. Without all the bells and whistles of the Sesame Street and Electric Company programs my little brother would grow up with, I learned my ABCs in a less colorful manner. But at the end of the show, Miss Nancy would pick up her "Magic Mirror" and begin a soothing, "I see Hugh and Rachel. And Kim and JoAnne. There's Susan and Ken. And I'll see YOU tomorrow!" Sure, the mirror was only a frame which allowed Miss Nancy to look at the camera but when you're 5, you're convinced Miss Nancy is searching for you and your name will come up. Some day.
So my toolbar reminds me of the Magic Mirror. After leaving Scotland and Ireland, I travel on to England [Good morning Dave!] Then for reasons unknown I jump to Canada, [hello Kat, Steven and Bill..you're not an old fart!], then on to say G'Day to Matthew in Australia. Then it's greetings to those in the USA, beginning with Peggy and the G-Man.
So if I haven't mentioned you today, well I'll be looking for YOU tomorrow. In the meantime, here are a couple of photos for Bill that won't leave him guessing.