Smidgen Briefly Steps Down from the Horizon
September 14, 2011 § 44 Comments
I know I stated a few days ago that I had felt it was wise to give up any thoughts of Smidgen, but the day before yesterday he emailed me again. It was a practical email but suggested at the end that we should get together for the drink we had mentioned. I wrote back genuinely without any hidden agenda. I had successfully flicked the “off” button inside me so the reply wasn’t fraught with machination but instead was straight-forward. I answered the practicality and said sure to the drink sometime. When I first met him he became a friend; then, because he was under my nose, I decided to spin him into a twinkle; now he has been demoted back to friend (although demoted is the wrong word; a friend is more often than not one of the highest forms of life).
Since Monday’s email, of course, nothing.
I am not bothered by this because my investment in Smidgen in terms of twinkly, romantic head-space has been dramatically and effectively reduced.
I mention it purely because, from an anthropological point of view, I find it interesting.
In any event, it is time to move on but, wherefore? The autumn was holding such promise but the diary is rather bleakly blank, except that this afternoon I have to go to pick up a dress from the dry cleaner’s for a friend, and on Tuesday morning I have to take my car in to be serviced. So it is things are not looking supremely promising but for some reason I am feeling remarkably cheerful. Sucks therefore to the (alliteration comes to mind here, but I am all for restraint), er, commentator who said among many, many monster raving looney things, that I am a whinger. That’s the whole point of this blog, you fool, so all planktons can do precisely that, whinge to our hearts’ content if we want to, bemoan but also hail our lot; tell it like it is, the good and the bad. To swap experiences, thoughts, observation, realities, hope and advice, and to agree and to console and to disagree.
That’s what I do. That’s why I am here. I want to put this in the nicest possible way (and, boy, can I think of a few less than nicest possible ways): take it or leave it.