Posts like this and this and this and this are why I can’t stop reading Kristin’s blog. Over this series of posts she tells the story of a weekend trip (and a potential relationship) gone wrong. Same old story, right? Has happened to all of us at one time or another (some of us more than once). Except my God - the way she writes about it:
“But I am writing because I don’t know what else to do as yet another relationship curtain falls on an increasingly decrepit stage, bereft, half-hearted encore complete and shoddy. I just want to exit stage left.”
“The tires squealed as he burned away in my Jeep. I had my laptop, my cellphone, my bank card, and woefully thin white shorts. I sat on a rock and stared at two squirrels dustling in the nearby forest and I took out my cell phone to be picked up by someone, anyone, other than him.
There was no cell phone service.”
“I pulled away with one of his hiking boots, some battered Okanagon fruit, and an intact heart, stealing glances in my rearview mirror at the fury that surrounded him.
I’m OK. I’ll float on. Now I can tread water, and I know how to look out for sharks.”
There is no shark big enough to devour your talent and your spirit, Kristin. Thank you once again for raising the quality level of this “blogosphere” thing. I am in awe of you.
August 12th, 2008 at 11:12 pm
Wow. Geez, thank you so much. Am completely and totally flattered and seeing stuff like this amazes me. Thank you so much for reading and leaving some of the best comments I’ve ever received.