There is something about that little icon. I just had to get its owner to be my friend. Please enjoy my first impressions. Windy has added her first impressions as well. Windy and her wonderful blog can be found right here. She writes in aqua and I write in orange.
Oh, where do I begin? When I read another blogger’s comment section, I do pay attention to who is there, who is commenting, what they have to say! And there it was……… a new icon!
You must have seen it as well……… an eager fisher, a big fish on the line, bright green vest and a cute little hat to boot. Who was this fisher? So I read her comments and really, the laughing started and has yet to stop. This was one fisher that was not getting away. I wrote a comment when she wrote a comment on my blog. I asked that she email me and then she did.
As a new reader, I had a distinct advantage over a seasoned blogger like Meredith. It was that I knew many personal and ideological things about her, but she knew next to nothing about me. I thought she was classy, intelligent, on the serious side, independent, and had fully earned the respect of blog land over the past 5 years. Her sincere efforts to grow and the evidence of that growth in her marriage with Jack in their own New Twist way made me feel that I HAD to talk to this woman.
I learned she had a name. Windy it was. She began by telling me a little about herself. I thought that she was an amazing writer from the beginning and boy, could that woman write! She wrote the longest emails on God’s green earth. Those first emails made me laugh out loud every single day.
Did I mention that I can often read Meredith’s mind to the point where it spooks her? I’m exaggerating, but she and I do have opposite techniques -- She thinks I write way too many words and I think she doesn’t use enough words. So, I have taken it upon myself to play Johnny Carson’s Carnac the Magnificent now and then.
Now a delicate dance began as I was trying to corral her right on into blogland and a blog of her own. She claims I spun a web, but really, she got hoisted in her own petard, to quote Mr. Shakespeare. A side benefit of having Meredith in my life is that my vocabulary is expanding. She immediately told me she wasn’t ready. I said hogwash, you are. She danced some more with other excuses and I kept gently pushing until she finally said yes. I was 100% sure she was going to get me to blog.
I held my breath, waiting and wondering if she would make the jump to blog.
The emails flew and I learned what a real trooper she was. She began at the beginning of New Twist and plowed through all of it….. All 400+ posts. Good grief, woman! We began cautiously and every time she emailed, I found myself spilling the coffee I was enjoying because she was so funny. We neared that point when I say that it was time to exchange photographs. Once a significant number of emails are exchanged, the photo exchange shows trust and honesty. I did have a minor panic attack when she asked for photos, but I soon lept from the readership bridge into the ttwd internet relationship waters. She did hesitate and then we did it. She and her husband are adorable for sure.
Yes, she really is a fisher and she does share that in her posts. I told her I have never held a pole or baited a hook, but that I loved eating fish. Meredith takes interest in what my passions are and it is no secret that fishing is one of them. She so hopes for me that I get to go as often as possible as she knows it brings me great joy and it relaxes me as well. I would teach her to bait a hook and cast off the pier any day of the week.
She was gutsy and most patient with my schedule. She asked questions and we shared more and more. Her emails were so long and detailed that one email took two cups of coffee to make it to the end. I drink 4 cups just writing every single one. How does one write that much? One types like Kermit the Frog on crack/caffeine. She commented on my use of the method when I use many periods in a row to separate thoughts……… like this. I told her I loved doing that as emails were casual, not formal. She enjoys the way I use figures of speech……. spill the beans, stop the music to name a few. The spill the beans cracked me up as I knew her like 3 days at the time and she was telling me this!
From the beginning, I sensed that I was safe in Meredith’s hands. I never asked what she thought of my writing because I didn’t have to -- she was generous with me. In my 2nd email to her, I correctly identified a tenacious yet gentle way about her when she told me to keep sharing. I wrote, “All right, I will get to it since there is no point in putting up a fuss as I imagine you usually get your way except for when you go too far with Jack.” Actually, I know a good writer when I see one and I knew this woman was excellent. Our conversations got to the heart of all that is behind the practicing of ttwd almost immediately. But, we sure did do a lot of laughing along the way. Amazingly, she never said anything about the length of my emails until much later and I really wasn’t aware that they were that long and that she was all caffeinated up and ready for a 5-mile walk after reading them every day. She walked. I wrote. She read, she drank (coffee), we laughed. Repeat.
No truer paragraph has ever been written. That is exactly what happened. Windy trusted; I gently pushed and knew in my heart that she had a great story to tell. She said yes and then came the hard part. Naming a blog is not easy. I think I told her I do not like the name of even my own blog. She said she conferred with Storm and they began to hash it out. Naming the blog and one another can be dicey. (Windy, Rainy, Storm, Thunder, Lightning, oh my!) A long time ago, when I was first starting, I remember a blogger having a little contest to name her Hoh. Readers placed their votes in the comment section. HA!
This Windy is a worrier. She worries too much about things that are not a concern at all. Finally, I got her to just be calm and things would happen and work out. However, she is most gracious never scolding me when time gets away from me and I cannot email till the next day.
I do struggle with anxiety and it can seep out of its lid sometimes even though I try so very hard to prevent it. But, let me tell you, Meredith, is not having it. Not on her watch. As soon as she detects it, she types just a word or two in ALL CAPS, which is her way of emphasizing that she wants me to engage in better self-care. I think. I am not sure whether to tell my doctor that I have taken a “magic Meredith pill” voluntarily or that she force feeds it to me when she thinks I need one!!
Also, time doesn’t just simply drift away from Meredith, it sprints the heck away from her because once she gets a hold of it, as she does every morning after her coffee, she will wrangle it to the ground and ring every second out of its stingy, scrawny neck. She impressively dons many hats in life. Meredith doesn’t know this, but sometimes I take a nap on her behalf. Knowing what she is up to on most days entertains me, but then it exhausts me. Just as we gals schedule our posts to release in the secret of the night, if I had a time machine, I would program an extra hour for Meredith’s own personal quiet time every day. But, twenty bucks says she would put it toward another philanthropic mission or rearrange the furniture (if Jack is out golfing.)
Windy has a way about her that I find endearing. She asked my favorite book …….. That is a meme question I avoid as I shout that title far and wide to all I know. So I hold it dear not putting it on the blog. I never asked. I purposely waited MONTHS for her to reveal it to me on her own because I knew it was top secret. I did tell Windy and lo’ and behold, she bought the book and was reading it when she gave me clues as to what she was reading. I knew instantly it was my favorite book. How could I be her friend and not wonder what captivates her? I got a huge kick out of her discovery that I am currently reading it. I look forward to discussing it with her when she is finished and soon.
I almost forgot to tell you! Storm and Windy make a darling couple. Plus I have seen photos of her fishing and she knows her stuff. Her technique and style reflect great skill and ability.
Let us know what you think of our joint post, friends.
Windy and Meredith