The Game's Afoot
My, my. We got ourselves a convoy.
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference - The Serenity Prayer
To reiterate: I was starting to experience the total rutness of my rut, and since there is order in my life, mostly of necessity, I looked around to see what I could change and I picked this.
I started this blog on a lark, nearly two years ago. It became a forum for my left brain, a way to work things out and communicate and just exercise the gray matter, and that was fine with me. It got readers but nothing to write home about, just some loyal people who hung around and became virtual friends. I've got other readers, lots of them actually, but they don't interact with me to speak of. You guys, on the other hand, comment and e-mail and joke with me. The way friends do.
So I did a little Lenten exercise (OK, I'm always late) and decided to give up the blog for a month. Just to re-focus, pull some weeds, plant some grass. And I asked for help, thinking it might be fun to have some guest bloggers, which is when Uncle Henry closed the storm cellar door and the tornado took me to a special place.
Hey, you! The Lollipop Guild guys! CUT IT OUT. You're making me crazy.
I am grateful. Period.
The response has been amazing. Thanks to all of you who've committed to writing something for one day (and to you who haven't responded yet; you will. It's out of your hands. I am on a mission now).
Starting June 26, this space will be occupied by neighbors. It'll be eclectic; there'll be Pentacostals, Presbyterians, Baptists, and unbelievers. There'll be Americans and Canadians and at least one (sort of) Swede. There'll be veterans, mothers, fathers, conservatives, liberals, movie lovers and coffee drinkers.
There will be my mom.
There will be surprises.
Mostly, though, there will be us. Hangin' out, talkin', showin' off.
There are two spots open as I write (maybe more; some people are "thinking about it," you know who you are), so feel free to drop me a line if you're interested. I'll find you a spot if I can, because I would dearly love to read what you write. And if I can find 365 of you, then I won't have to work so hard and this will become something else altogether...
OK, I don't really work that hard. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.
The Chuck Experiment starts Sunday, June 26. Mark your calendars. Follow the yellow brick road here. Read, learn, listen, enjoy. You WILL enjoy, I promise.
And then there will be light, and wind, and witches and dreams, and you will land and see two shoes sticking out from under a house, and that will be Evil, because together we will have --
All right. Sorry. You can take a metaphor to water, but you can't make it drink.
And if you give a metaphor a drink, it's gonna want a cigarette. And if you give a metaphor a cigarette...
OK. I need help.
I got it, as it turns out. Thanks again.
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If You Give a Metaphor a Drink
By Chuck Sigars
Random House/ September 2005 
12:50:04 PM 
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