“Strangers” has never seemed like such a foreign concept as it has these past few weeks. The way that my mailbox, emailbox, and front door are overflowing is really overwhelming with wishes from hundreds of people that I “technically” do not know and who “technically” do not know me. One of these days I promise to thank each and every one of you personally, when I have my wits about me again.
I am overdue in posting photos of the wonderful things I have received, mostly because crying and Photoshop don’t mix. My few attempts have been pretty darned pathetic. Rest assured that everything that has been sent is sitting on my kitchen table (where I spend the majority of my time when I am in the house) so I can see it all the time – flowers, Bogart’s painting, the needle-felted mini-Bogart, the book of well-wishes from all over the world that arrived from Australia, a tiki necklace from New Zealand, and more. And cards – so many cards.
Last night I got a surprise in the form of a visit from Charlie’s moms – it seems that people are concerned about my not eating. LOTS of people. In fact it’s probably the most-mentioned thing in the comments and emails these days. I am good at a lot of things – just not cooking, apparently. I got to meet Charlie – what a fine, handsome looker he is! – and Charlie’s moms got to meet Bogart. And they brought me a cooler full of amazing vegetarian food. I was a little bit in shock – ok, I was in the bathtub just before they arrived – but still kind of wandered around the front yard in a bit of a daze. Ladies, the food is AMAZING, and yes I put it into the refrigerator right away. Yes I had some last night, as well as this morning. I will post photo proof of me eating as promised!
I know that so many times when I talk to people about Bogart’s blog in the past, I have gotten an odd reaction, a sort of “you do what?” or “people actually write AS their dogs?” kind of thing. Sometimes I’ve found it was easier to just go along with it, downplaying the blog’s importance in my life, or just saying something like “yeah it keeps me off the streets and out of the bars”. I don’t think I can ever again do the downplay. After all that has happened, and all of the support I’ve received, it would be a great disservice to ever have to pretend again that this isn’t one of the most important things in my life – in addition to Bogart, my cats, and of course, Klaus. A big shout-out to DWB, for without it we all would not be connected in this special way.
Lulu & Bogart