IN HIGH REGARD

     A person I used to hold in high regard I no longer hold in high regard. I read your blogs. Almost always commented. I read all your books, actually bought some of them, those the library didn't have. I spoke favorably, admiringly, of you to others. I contributed generously to what appeared to be your favorite cause, which always needs money.

    I was delighted at an opportunity to meet you in person. I gave you a copy of my book, Sidewalk Sale Across America, parts of which mention the skill (yours far better than mine) that we share. Gave you a couple of bookmarks which have the pattern for the Chameleon Scarf, which I accidentally invented.

    Frankly, I expected an acknowledgement in return: a thank-you for the book, a comment on the scarf pattern. What I received was nothing. For all I know both book and bookmarks were thrown in the trash before you left town.

    Well, person with a well-known name, I personally no longer know your name.

ANOTHER NEW ACCOUNT?

     Tracking packages has been an obsession of mine. I've been unduly fascinated about how a package gets from the point of origin to my house. Looks like that innocent pastime is over. For a package coming from California (although some information on the website led me to believe its journey might originate un Canada) I was asked to sign up for an account.

    What?

    Another account?

    Another password?

    I already have a stack of big index cards with account information, filed, sort of, in alphabetical order (did I ever tell you about the time I failed an alphabet test?).

    Naw. (The package has been delivered to my doorstep.)

    With this post I am going to try something new. I no longer know how to activate the comment section of blogger, so I am going to post an email address. And no, it will  not link automatically. I've forgotten how to do that, too. Here goes: findreship@aol.com