What a week!

Other newspapers and television got wind of the article referred to in my previous post. The ABC affiliate out of Indianapolis called for a story.

They flew a helicopter up, interviewed me (my SIL was unavailable), and there I was, watching myself later on TV! It was all so surreal. I was feeling good. Perhaps not 15 minutes worth of fame, but at least 15 seconds!

Then came the crash.

I fixed supper, ate alone, checked the TV listings, turned off the news. Silence. Not so "golden".

No phone calls saying "Hey ol' buddy, saw you on television". Zippo.
For the first time in a very long while, I sank into some sort of depression. I really felt alone and sad. I had no one with which to share my recent exhilaration and "fame".
And no calls this morning. (one facebook note)

I'm gratified that many of my mybloggers readers commented they read the newspaper article, anyway.

Living alone out in the sticks has many advantages. I wouldn't trade it for anything. But, occasionally, it does get lonely. I don't get out much--don't force myself on anyone. My choice, so I can't complain.

BUT! Sitting here at my upstairs computer, looking out the window, the sun is shining and I've been watching a pair of bluebirds eying my bird box, and a pair of purple finches flying about. I mentioned Sandhill cranes flying north. Even robins are around! Spring is coming. I plotted out garden plans last night.
That all makes me feel better!
Have a great weekend.
Oh, I about forgot: I have a "Starbucks" date tomorrow (Sun). Blind, of course. Things are looking up again.