As a self-proclaimed Pollyanna-in-Residence on this site, I’m putting on my best Mary Poppins bonnet for this thread. Today I am a nursery school teacher with a very enjoyable activity for you all. I want you all to cut and paste and then show your work to the rest of the class.
Anyone stumbling across the Afterword might find some of it a bit baffling. But that would be like listening to an episode of the Archers or watching an episode of The Wire in isolation. There are stories, jokes, conflicts, sagas that go back a long way. And bits and bobs that one knows about contributors that make their comments so much more interesting and so much more moving. The beauty of it all is that the more you read and the more you get to “know” the people here, the more enjoyable it becomes.
Every week I read stuff here that makes me intrigued, fascinated, amused, angry or perplexed. Comments and Youtube clips that make me want to listen to more, dance, rethink things, visit Australia, arrange a clandestine meeting with a transvestite Bolivian fortune teller…You all know how it is!
Here’s one of them. A small story that really touched me. Perhaps because I am intoxicated by the beauty of autumn leaves. Perhaps because I have had a few heated disagreements with the writer. Perhaps because my daughter’s nickname is Little Leaf because she is fascinated by leaves and invariably goes round with one in her hand, staring at it intensely in her own idiosyncratic, autistic way. Or perhaps because it is so well-written.
Whatever. It was a small moment of magic that brightened my week.
“What I do well – apart from bragging about what I do well – is relishing the small stuff. The other day I walked through a shower of leaves on the way to the station. It was a glorious golden evening and I was in black tie, on my way to a dinner. A stream of tired commuters was coming the other way. I remembered it’s supposed to be lucky to catch a falling leaf. So I did, at about the 10th attempt. I held it aloft for all to see. People either beamed at me or avoided eye contact. I’m fifty-three.”
So, what do I want you to do?
Just copy and paste anything posted here that amused, confused, informed, confused or delighted you recently on this site. No time limit. You can go back as far as you like.
You can name the writer if you like or just let the others work it out if they want to. You can comment if you want to or just let it be.
I feel extremely fortunate to belong to this perplexing, bizarre, frank, cosmopolitan, irritating, opinionated and candid community. And you should do too!
If you are confused, I would not worry too much about it.