Jeremy, you are the kind of guy that any Aunt would approve of for her niece and welcome into the family. I do and I did. Our relationship goes beyond the typical respectful relationship you would expect of extended family members of different generations, however. I would spend a year, maybe two, with you on a desert island.
Keep in mind that it would take an act of god to put us on that island because I don’t camp. As you know, I don’t hike, or bike or jog. My son has to bribe me with phone calls to force me to exercise. But you do. You are a wonderful example of healthful energy. You run marathons, participate in triathlons, climb mountains, even chop wood. Therefore I know you would take care of our basic needs for shelter and food on this island. I would tidy up the grass hut and peel the fruit.
Did I say act of god? It was just a useful expression, because I don’t believe in god (notice the small “g”? You will probably use a capital “G” when discussing topics of faith. Therefore if I’m wrong, I’ll have someone who is more in favor with the almighty or Zeus, or whoever is running the show. That couldn’t hurt.
Should our respective spouses contact any state representatives to help grease the wheels and expedite our rescue operations, we would be covered. My liberal contacts would try to outdo your conservative favorites and there would be a media frenzy from the start.
I wouldn’t want to be rescued too quickly, though. Because I delight in the discussions that you and I have about religion and politics and current events. We often spar on Facebook, or when hanging out with each other. You force me, in your intelligent and thoughtful way, to do more than pay lip service to a mind-set. My husband finally suggested that we do a blog together. And here we are.
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