Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
I can't thank you enough for your kind comments on Rachel's blog. I send you all hugs and kisses.
If you haven't yet visited When A Lion Sleeps, Let It Sleep, then I urge you to check out Rachel's interview with Megan, who is transgender. It's a great opportunity for us to learn from Megan, and I'm so proud of Rachel for posting Megan's story.
I felt a tiny concern that someone would make a rude comment to Rachel and Megan--certainly not one of my friends, but someone we don't know. Instead, everyone has come through with flying colors, and I love you all the more for it. New folks, welcome to you. Thank you for joining us in our quest to love and understand.
The furnace stopped leaking for a while. Then it started leaking more. I texted my son, who said the PVC pipe was probably clogged. I checked it. Nope. I wish it could have been that simple.
The leaking increases, while my frustration decrees I might cry.
My son should be here soon. I have faith he'll solve the problem. The drip is worse when the AC is on. Unfortunately, I need the air conditioning because the second of November is quite warm and humid.
I'm also concerned about my friend Cherdo, who blogs at Cherdo on the Flipside. Recently, her son was in a serious car accident. She has a lot going on with caring for him and keeping up with her work.
I know for a fact that she posted a Battle of the Bands yesterday. Her song was Jolene. I voted for my beloved White Stripes. Now Cherdo's BOTB has vanished.
I haven't had a chance to talk to Cherdo. Now, if you know me, you know I strive to love my neighbor as myself. But if someone has been unkind to my Cherdo, then that person should expecct the wrath of the Junebug because I will not tolerate cruelty to Cherdo any more than I'd tolerate rudeness to Rachel and Megan.
John and Yoko, please sing us out.
Infinities of love,
Here are the lyrics: