When our son was little, he formed the word “perfect” as “perftect.” So that’s how we still say the word in our house.
So, it was perftect timing for me when Mrs. Palin recently bowed out of our national consciousness (only for a while, I predict). For me it’s been six solid months of following her, without a break, and I need to move on.
In that time, we have collectively carved out new material and pushed this story forward in a unique way. Breathing life into a topic already well covered by a cadre of fabulous bloggers (any of ‘em, all of ‘em) you have all worked hard with me to analyze and re-examine the fascinating evidence before us.
Alone, I also too spent countless hours culling information, following up on leads, examining research, and phoning sources. For every five inches of copy you’d see on my blog, I spent upward of five hours working the story: that is, eliminating the detritus and going with what I could.
But alas, I have neglected huge parts of my life and my work. And now that I have started a class and have looming deadlines of my own, I must reclaim my mental space and physical time.
That’s not to say that I won’t post on Palin if it becomes important. That’s not to say that she’s down or out. I think she’s too mentally ill to allow herself to do that (watch closely McCain’s seat when it comes up for re-election.)
But for now, I cannot forward this birth story. Yes, I’m sitting on some things, but it’s not in anyone’s best interest to publish them. And yes, I eschew covering certain topics for reasons I’d rather not say publicly.
But you know what the saddest thing is about finding closure on this part of Palin’s life? That you all don’t know who you all are. And by that I don’t mean you are not evolved. I mean that I’ve met the most wonderful people through my blog. You are poets and writers and musicians and academicians and technicians and business and medical professionals. You are old and young and parents and childless. I know your real names, and where you live, and the fact that there’s someone who lives near you but I can’t share that with either of you! I know what one of you said to the ocean as you drove away this summer. How another met her husband and how still another visits her elderly father on a regular basis.
Your lives are fabulous and I have loved that you have shared them with me. Perhaps we can continue to meet and converse about books, music, art, politics, health, and business. And skunks. Or this:
So, it was perftect timing for me when Mrs. Palin recently bowed out of our national consciousness (only for a while, I predict). For me it’s been six solid months of following her, without a break, and I need to move on.
In that time, we have collectively carved out new material and pushed this story forward in a unique way. Breathing life into a topic already well covered by a cadre of fabulous bloggers (any of ‘em, all of ‘em) you have all worked hard with me to analyze and re-examine the fascinating evidence before us.
Alone, I also too spent countless hours culling information, following up on leads, examining research, and phoning sources. For every five inches of copy you’d see on my blog, I spent upward of five hours working the story: that is, eliminating the detritus and going with what I could.
But alas, I have neglected huge parts of my life and my work. And now that I have started a class and have looming deadlines of my own, I must reclaim my mental space and physical time.
That’s not to say that I won’t post on Palin if it becomes important. That’s not to say that she’s down or out. I think she’s too mentally ill to allow herself to do that (watch closely McCain’s seat when it comes up for re-election.)
But for now, I cannot forward this birth story. Yes, I’m sitting on some things, but it’s not in anyone’s best interest to publish them. And yes, I eschew covering certain topics for reasons I’d rather not say publicly.
But you know what the saddest thing is about finding closure on this part of Palin’s life? That you all don’t know who you all are. And by that I don’t mean you are not evolved. I mean that I’ve met the most wonderful people through my blog. You are poets and writers and musicians and academicians and technicians and business and medical professionals. You are old and young and parents and childless. I know your real names, and where you live, and the fact that there’s someone who lives near you but I can’t share that with either of you! I know what one of you said to the ocean as you drove away this summer. How another met her husband and how still another visits her elderly father on a regular basis.
Your lives are fabulous and I have loved that you have shared them with me. Perhaps we can continue to meet and converse about books, music, art, politics, health, and business. And skunks. Or this:
I have no immediate plans or schedule I can adhere to. I might write about this, or that, or post some of my writing as I try to “progress” my next mystery.
If you’d like to post something, you have my address. If you want to go OT and talk about Palin, give it a try and perhaps someone will be reading and they can chime in.
Of course there are always new blogs starting up and old blogs continuing the story.
And if something really wild happens from the queen of the wild ride, I’ll be on it.
For now, my profound thanks to you all that have made this such a special and fulfilling time. I think we’ve done good, as Mrs. Palin might say. Rock steady. Laura.
If you’d like to post something, you have my address. If you want to go OT and talk about Palin, give it a try and perhaps someone will be reading and they can chime in.
Of course there are always new blogs starting up and old blogs continuing the story.
And if something really wild happens from the queen of the wild ride, I’ll be on it.
For now, my profound thanks to you all that have made this such a special and fulfilling time. I think we’ve done good, as Mrs. Palin might say. Rock steady. Laura.
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