Well well well. If it isn't June. Welcome to mid-year. A month of many celebrations.
For example, I am now 43 years of age. My wife has a birthday coming up. There have been graduations, there are sure to be weddings-- and there was the Grinnell College Alumni Reunion.
It was an extended weekend of conversations and imbibing libation. We danced 'til we ached and the house lights came back on. It was past midnight, and somebody realized that it was June 3rd. So they sang me "Happy Birthday" and I beamed a sweaty beam.
To all who survived the many frozen winters with me in Iowa; to all who ate fried potatoes with almost every meal; to all that sported hangovers for many a consecutive string of weekends... Thank you.
I'm trying to give birth to something here. I'm trying to find the words to do the feelings justice. I want to relay the sentiment I have felt in the presence of my Grinnellian family over the years, and particularly during reunions, whether they are sanctioned by the college or impromptu gatherings at satellite locations around the country.
But words are hard to find that do the experience justice. There's always just a little bit more than what I'm able to come up with. The superlatives don't flesh things out enough, and are hollow and cliche. So maybe we just need to go with what is spoken from the heart.
Thanks to Justine for the kind words of encouragement and complimentary edification. You help me to build whatever it is that this here blog is constructing. I am inspired to work and toil to entertain you and rattle your cage. So to speak.
Thanks to Mark, Danja, and Steve for their comments and honesty. My mission is bolstered by your efforts to communicate and assist me with all things on my plate.
I want to thank everybody out there who took the time to read my little book that could, The Raging, Flaming Goat of Samos over the weekend. The feedback has been very kind and inspiring.
Thanks to Irene for all your work in the organization of the reunion. And thanks to Paul for keeping us laughing throughout the night.
There are so many more. Thank you to Suzy, for being such a wonderful being and thriving socially. You do some amazing work, and you do it effortlessly. At least, you make it look that way.
Thank you to Melanie for wrangling me aside and making sure that I know the depth of the love that she and so many others have for me. You stoke the fire in my soul, and bring me fresh fuel.
I know I'm leaving people out, but not intentionally. And the band is starting to play louder, as it's time to go to commercial... So. You keep reading; I'll keep writing.
Regular writing produces better writing. So it goes.