She’s a really, really good guitar and the Zadge is not a really, really good guitar player, so she wasn’t sure she could justify the four-figure price (ouch!) for her. BUT, the Zadge has been diligently practicing every single day for nine months now, and has gotten better. Goodbye “A Horse With No Name,” hello Johnny Cash’s “Folsom Prison Blues” and Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here.” AND, the Zadge’s birthday is this Saturday, so she decided to treat herself to it! She’s made by Taylor, a famous guitar manufacturer, so the Zadge has decided to call her Tami. As in Tami Taylor, the Coach’s wife in the best show that was on television, “Friday Night Lights.”
In other good news, the snow IN EFFING MAY has finally stopped here in Denver and the Zadge was able to hit her garden hard this weekend for the first time in almost a year.
Now for the sad news.
The Zadge is packing this little ole blog in. Putting her to bed. Putting her out to pasture. Pulling the curtain.
This is the Zadge’s last post on Blue Skies and Yellow Dogs.
She has been mulling this over for months. It turned out her little blog started to get read by too many people she actually knew in real life. So the Zadge started to feel like she couldn’t be open. Then she started having writing blocks because she felt edited, and judged, and censored. There were whole parts of her life happening that she didn’t feel safe to share.
Which made her very sad because the blog was such a nice creative outlet for this Type-A.
But more than her sadness over losing that outlet, she was very sad thinking about losing the little community she found here on the Internet. She loved hearing from each and every one of you who commented, or sent her an email, or a friend request on the Face. And she got to meet many of you in real life and became friends, real friends. Like Cupcake Murphy, and Meg from the Members Lounge, and Penne from Little Girl Big Glasses, and Jessica from Bern This. And she can’t tell you how much your support meant to her, really, really meant to her, when Harry ate the homeopathic sinus medicine and went into kidney-failure and almost died, and when her father died last year, and, of course, when her angel The Shone died two years ago.
But it’s been four years that the Zadge has been writing this little blog and she thinks it’s time to go. She does have that novel she wrote two years ago staring at her saying, “Edit me! Edit me!” And she’s got to learn how to play “Wild Horses” on Tami Taylor. And maybe she needs to get off the computer and get outside to meet Mr. Zadge.
Who knows? Maybe she’ll start up a new blog, one she can keep more anonymous. All she can say for sure is that she has loved being part of your life for the past four years.