Seriously, this is bad timing. I haven't been written up in an article for months, and now that I might reasonably be expected to garner new readers I am going on vacation for a week. I suppose that some people might read back a day or two just to see why my diary was chosen out of hundreds for special notice, and see that I have spent a great deal of time writing about such scintillating topics such as the fine summer weather, cleaning my house, and being addicted to gardening. Oh, yeah, that'll grab 'em. How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm after that?

Well, take my word for it, new readers, I am chock full of controversy. Inadvertently, for the most part, but I do seem to have the knack for creating a stir on a regular basis. A couple of years ago, for instance, I touched a very raw nerve by creating the first diary web ring with standards. I recently wrote about how profoundly shocking I found it when a friend of mine decided to convert to Catholicism. I have said over and over again that there is no such thing as an online diary community. I have stated with great firmness that I believe male-to-female transsexuals should be kept out of female-only forums. I am convinced that my clients are egregiously stupid just to annoy me. Once in a while I say fuck.

People who know me, and by this I mean people who know my middle name, say they learn a great deal about me from reading my diary. Perhaps they thought a person who was so prone to blurting out their true opinion of something couldn't possibly have any secrets. People are forever writing to exclaim they never knew I dated this or that person, or that I sang for a living, or that I was mad for Georgette Heyer. Most of all they're surprised I used to have a mohawk. Listen, I wasn't always an urban garden bore. I'll have you know I was a "rad" and "cool" chick once upon a time.

But that was back when the earth's crust was still cooling. Mostly what I write about now, when I'm not lost in a sentimental haze for the 80's, is a combination of daily update, garden report, self-analysis, book review, photo album, and true stories from the front line of the travel industry. Sometimes I post carefully thought out essays on romance novels or classical literature. Sometimes I yammer about plants. It's either funny or maudlin. You never know what you'll get, and you get it four times a week, year after year.

You can see why I need a vacation. I'll be back next Tuesday. Do come by again.

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