Alphabetizing

A misplaced friendship, a desire to be a good person to a child, and an idea for an ABC, or an Alpha, Bravo, Charlie series. Letters, real physical letters, and the offer of an opportunity that I had to learn to write, rejected as too much trouble.

Well, that's fine, really. I do understand about unwelcome gifts. And demons with the most important lessons. Had to deal with one of mine today, tiring, but I comforted myself with the certain knowledge that I am her demon as well, and a dark, deep, and demanding one at that.

D and I talked about the past year, which pretty much looked like we expected, although it tasted altogether different, and the pleasures far outweighed the pain, always for me, and eventually for D as well. And we cherished the day M & R visited with their lovely children. Which reminded me of the abecedary I'd started.

I want to start it again, write more and to a purpose. Maybe start a sister blog with just those posts, so that the children of friends can visit. Spread the international phonetic alphabet far and, well, at least a little way aways.

Dancing and alphabetizing. Yeah, that's a good start.


When I shelved books for a (meagre) living, I referred to aide derived mis-shelving as Creative Alphabetization. The order is so ingrained in me, I learned it all backwards as a child - for fun, and used this skill for several bouts working for libraries. If I could make enough, I could have happily shelved books all my life. I may well return to it to supplement retirement - if I ever can retire.



Maybe I should do this backwards.

Oh, yes, I really could.


hehehe.

Good to finally have a cunning plan.