MindSpinner

OK, let’s just say I have low long-term expectations regarding my Technorati rank, but I am thrilled about the particular readers who visit here, including those who post a link to this site at their own blogs. I found a trackback this morning noting the addition of MindSpinner to the blog roll at the Daily Blague, one of my regular, delightful reads. (I think this is my first formal introduction.)

Benjamin Randow - Le Vrai Parisien a tombé amoureux - has fallen in love. Perspicaciously, he has decided to stop blogging. Or perhaps his chérie has urged discretion. I can’t imagine anything stickier than being over thirty and trying to keep a blog while building a new relationship. Yikes.

My first thought was to replace the link to Journal d’un Vrai Parisien with another francophone blog, and I may yet do that, but for the time being, the slot has been given to MindSpinner. I don’t know anything about the author of this site except that she’s a single mother of teenagers who teaches at a high school. She is thus doubly yoked to the problematics of adolescence while being by no means an old phooey herself. In short, she’s out to teach/show young people how to enjoy life without destroying themselves. MindSpinner has been on my shortlist since late last year; it was in the course of running through the list this evening that I discovered MindSpinner’s link to this blog. Er.Go!

My first words have to be “Wow!” and “Thanks!” (For some reason, I can’t successfully post comments at the Daily Blague from my computer in order to say so there.)

I would have to note, too, with a wink and a grin, that I am unperspicaciously determined to keep writing here despite life’s complexities, which are not limited to raising teenagers, outwitting two Jack Russell terriers, teaching high school English, publishing a yearbook, and coordinating prom and graduation, but indeed also encompass nurturing a relationship which is currently made possible by US AirWays Express nonstop flights to and from a city 500 miles away from here. As Dickinson would assure us, “Much madness is divinest sense.” I would be referring here to the nonstop flights, which qualify as “divinest sense,” and not to the acquisition of devastatingly cute Jack Russell pups, which amounted to “much madness.” (Love ‘em, though.)

If I’m going to show young people how to enjoy life without destroying themselves, I have to learn to do the same. I have the near destruction part down pat, given the job description I accepted to consolidate a living wage; now I’m working on the enjoyment piece ;->.