Yesterday
was April 1, April Fool’s Day. I wonder how many people made crank calls to
various places, i.e., zoos looking for Hairy Lion, Mr. Bear, Ms. Elle Font, Mr.
G. Raff, Ms. Sally Mander. Probably not many since I believe they’ve decreased
over the years as the phone systems became more automated. I do remember how we
used to get hundreds of phone calls asking for those crank names.
Amazingly, some people got really
angry and yelled at the poor receptionist. Others were good sports and laughed and
if they knew who had pulled the April Fool, they’d vow to get him/her back.
For the first time ever, I didn’t have
anyone to prank or anyone to prank me. It was kinda strange. John always managed
to get the kids when they were growing up. The last few years, if I wasn’t
paying attention, he’d manage to prank me about something. Most of the time it
was good for a laugh.
Actually, I had planned to write
something more relevant to what I’ve been doing for yesterday’s post, but I
lost track of the day/time. John could have gotten me good yesterday. Anyway, I
have now written and posted something every day of 2020, that’s three (3)
entire months. And, since this is being posted on April 2, I’m already into the
second quarter. I find myself amazed at how faithful I’ve been with this
process.
Sometimes, I don’t feel that I have
anything to write and post about. Or, I feel like I should be writing about
being a widow. It seems as though the various things I choose to write about
are all a big jumble, with no thread that’s woven through. One day it’s John and
I dating, another, it’s our honeymoon, another it’s the rat in the backyard. It’s
not like I set out to write what you’re reading, it’s more like I sit at the keyboard
and it flows from my fingers.
There are times when I’m not near the
keyboard, or I’m half asleep and something will pop into my head. By the time I
sit down, all my fingers have to do is translate. I also find this therapeutic,
especially since we’re all now sheltering in place. Writing has helped me
focus, stay sane, be upbeat (who wants to read a lot of negativity or whining),
think about not only tomorrow, but tomorrows past as well as today.
I also love reading the comments you
wonderful readers leave me. That’s a huge benefit to doing this. If I have been
negative, felt down, been whiny, you reassure me that life’s going to get
better, be better, that while I’m home alone, I still have all of you out
there. You all reinforce the fact some of the feelings I have are perfectly
normal. That’s very helpful, especially since every single day is a new day in
a new reality for me.
So, thank you all for reading my posts,
for making comments, for being my friends and neighbors, for providing love and
support. I swear that once we can stop this sheltering, I’m going to put on
some kind of big bash just so I can greet you, hug you, kiss you; and hopefully,
make you feel as good as you make me feel with the sustenance and encouragement
you provide with your comments.
