One would think that rolling around in the Trump wallow pretty much on a daily basis would be one of the most depressing and disheartening things that one could willingly undertake. It normally takes at least two showers with a horse brush to scrub all of the sludge off. But for me, it’s one of the most rewarding and satisfying things I can do. Because of one simple reason. Because of all of you!
As you can clearly see from the diary photo, my quilt arrived yesterday, and I love it! And now, it’s time for a few heartfelt and personal thanks, so for however long it takes me to finish this diary, I am putting my natural sarcasm and derision into the hope chest for a rest, the poor boys are exhausted.
To Sara and the best damn quilting club on the planet
How do I say thanks to somebody else for restoring not only not only my spirits, but my faith in humanity? When Sara first contacted me about them doing a healing energy quilt for me, I was in all honesty a little shy about the idea. First of all, as I already well know in some cases, and in other cases due to the persons personal privacy I don’t know, there are many in here at least as bad off, if not much worse off than myself. But if there is one thing I quickly learned, it is that I never want to walk into a store and have Sara on the other side of the counter. I have absolutely zero sales resistance where that dear woman is concerned! Not only that, but obviously Sara and the rest of her krew drink Red Bull by the case. I had anticipated that this project would take months, and it seems like day before yesterday when she put the first diary up about the project. My bottomless thanks to each and every one of them for all of their efforts on my behalf, and Sara joins that long list of women who know so much better what I need than I do myself. Thank you from the bottom of my Black Irish heart.
My readers and comment denizens
If I wasn’t already a dues paying member of the undead from my extended exposure to Trump, I would be blue in the face from all of the times that I’ve said in my comments that the people who read and take the time to comment in my diaries are the greatest pleasures I get from creating said diaries. But to take the time to go to another diary, and drop a comment there, just to give me a boost is above and beyond. Comments in a diary are one thing, personal thoughts on a quilt, which will be with me long after any diary is just another entry in my diary history is another altogether. My sincere thanks to every person who has ever posted a comment in my diaries, and especially those who donated to post a comment in Sara’s diaries to make this quilt possible. You are all the reason I write my diaries at all. But don’t let this mooshy tone get to you, don’t go soft on me. I still fully expect to be called on the carpet when I get stupid time in my daily blather.
The entire magnificent Kos community
Even though I’m worth one thousand times what Markos pays me to do this, never let it be said that the Murfster has an ego, cuz I don’t. I’m the humblest non President you’ve ever seen, I’m so humble that I make Trump look like a big mouthed braggart. Why doesn’t that sound right? Oh, well. I know that not everybody on the site reads my diaries, call me an oyster, I’m an acquired taste. But every time I have had a serious problem, or been deeply drinking from the Slough of Despond, many more people have come to my aid, in thought as well as actions than people who take the time every day to plow through my typed out brain farts. I long ago gave up on trying to come up with adequate words to describe the kindness and caring of the members of this site. If everyone in the world had a family like this, there would be no war. Thanksgiving dinners would be the food fight scene from “Animal House”, but only in the best way. My sincere thanks to everyone who popped in to leave a kind thought or uplifting word for my quilt, and special thanks to those who ponied up more so that people closer to my situation could leave a thought even if they couldn’t donate. This place has a funny way of humbling me even more than a trip to confession, and it’s why I practically live here.
And last but not least, a sincere pootie thanks
I’m not only the luckiest man alive for my wonderful quilt, but right now I also am the loving owner of two of the luckiest pooties alive. The inclusion of a smaller pootie quilt to occupy the meow-meows was a master stroke, and is already now the textile Belle of the Ball around here. And I would truly love to find out who was the wicked genius that apparently liberally dosed up the pootie quilt with catnip. That way, if Chicago and Master Samwise are bouncing off of the walls all night like a couple of drunken sailors on shore leave in Singapore, I’ll know exactly who to thank! To show I’m not kidding, here’s a couple of pics so you can see the frivolity for yourselves. Thanks so much to all again!