If I had a nickel for every time someone would reply to one of my very long e mail missives, “you write so well, you should have a blog” I could have a nose full of them. (It’s an unsubstantiated, read: most likely untrue, family legend that “A Nose Full of Nickels” was a song composed and sung by Pat Cooper allegedly inspired by my Uncle Rusty’s (Orestes Gialanella the Butcher from Newark) nose, but I’ll save that for another time. (BTW Google says it’s untrue, that “A Nose Full of Nickels” is a country western song but what do they know anyway and this makes a much better story)
Yes, I do love to write, I do love to tell stories, and I have a lifetime’s worth to share. I just never had a venue until this momentous day. The day I finally got a blog. I bit the bullet but so far haven’t drunk the Kool-Aid, but it has become more and more apparent that it’s time to share, to join the Ethernet universe, and tell my stories. And thanks to my husband Bill and our indispensable secret weapon of an assistant Lin, who set up the framework while I was off getting a haircut and a dye job (this time day glow orange and yellow, just on top (don’t want to be gawdy,) today is the day!
Please join me in my recollections of a past that reads like fiction (well most of it is true, I am known to embellish) and allow me to tell you what is important to me and why, what really enflames me and why, and what I try to do about it and how.
Whatever, I just hope to get my story out there. I need to know that my life matters. Doesn’t everyone? I’ve always, from day one, been the kid that has her nose pressed up against the glass, dying to get in and be with everyone else. I’m the one that had to practice the violin while everyone else played outside. Alot went on in the lonely little brain of mine until one day, when I wasn’t looking, life transformed. I got shot out of a cannon and haven’t landed yet. While I wasn’t looking, life happened, and what a life it has been so far!!!