Just to say that we’re back. Holiday season is over.
Hope yours was as deliciously sinful as mine. This time of year to is usually spent in tying up the knots of the loose ends from the old one, and to throw out brand new fishing nets into that sea of opportunity that life has always to be.
So time is as scarce a resource as it has always been. As you might imagine, blogging was far from my mind all these days, so, if you expected me to open 2011 with a real eye-opener, I’m afraid I’ll disappoint you.
After all I’m only human, and only now will I start to realign my brain to think of these things also.
Same with with the other Bronte-Cohen sisters.
I also hope that you, like me, took an instant during this Christmas to think, for just a moment or two, about what we written here. As I said, my mind was OFF this issue, but, on Christmas Night, I did confirm that you just don’t seat 9 people around any table.
On ours, we had 11 people, on a rather long table, round at both ends. Only two more people than those at Tapas.
What a remarkable table it would be if this was a repeated feat five nights straight, I thought to myself.
Remarkable indeed. If it was round, then it would be UNFORGETTABLE.
Then came the New Year, and this time we were 12 people, eight adults, two teenagers and two youngsters.
At around about 10/10:30, after dinner and a good round of drinks, and on the pinnacle of joking (that point of a drunken evening when anything said is just absolutely hilarious and laughter is unshamefully abused of) I found myself, just for a moment again, noticing how rowdy can be a party of eight, especially when they’re partying.
Now, if we had people around us, then we would be THE GROUP.
And, if by any chance we would be sitting around an enormous ROUND table, then we would THE TABLE.
And if we did it for five nights in a row, then guess what we would then be? You've nailed it: UNFORGETTABLE.
These were the two moments I let my mind wonder back here.
I do hope that you found such similar moments, and if you didn't, you may now look back and understand how right I am.
Even if only that meant that you, like me, were fortunate enough to spend these special moments with a group of people you love and you feel loved by.
We're now in 2011. We shall now go back to our “writing” boards. With no hurry, as we have one certainty: Maddie won’t be found before May 12th.
Not even if they START to follow up the leads Isabel Duarte so enthusiastically referred to about a year ago, and have yet to be fruitful, in any way, shape or form.
Imagine how unprofitable it would be for Kate if Edgar was to FINALLY find the PdL Lair, where Maddie has allegedly held for the past one thousand, three hundred and forty-two days, so he’s best left doing what he’s apparently been doing: harassing the inhabitants of a quaint little fishing village that one day had the misfortune to be right in the middle of a man-made tornado.