Favorites

Among the comments I received for Mellow Yellow Monday, Celeste asked me about the significance of yellow for that day of the week. as I understand it, yellow is simply Drowsey Monkey's favorite color, and she thought it would be fun to see how many wonderful, cheerful things could be found in that color.

But in answering Celeste, I started thinking about "favorites". Have I talked about this before? My memory isn't very good any more. I should probably search my own blog to find out, but I think I'll indulge myself and just sound off about it anyway. As I know I've said before, you can always hit the Delete button if I bore you.

I have always had a problem with the idea of "favorite" anything. How does one choose favorites? And why should we? I have no favorite color - or music, or book, or food, or anything else really. Color in particular would be an impossible thing for me to disect and arrange and separate, one from another. I wonder how many colors there are in the world? Myriad! Each one complimenting or contrasting with all the others, dazzling the eye and the brain with its beauty. This reminds me of a day when I was sitting in my dentist's waiting room, looking out a picture window. For some reason I started counting the shades of green that I saw in the landscape. Of course, I couldn't possibly sort out all of them, and gave up quickly. In one tree alone, there were more than I could count.

There are days when I really need yellow, or red. - Red is so wonderful! There are days when I need soft lavender or pale shades of blue around me. Well - you get the idea. How could I choose a favorite?

The same is true of tastes or scents, or sounds. Music! How can I choose a favorite song, or type of music? I need them all! We all need them all, depending on our mood. I can choose my LEAST favorite. There are certain sounds or tastes or odors that I really cannot abide. But a favorite? No. Which color of a rainbow do I like best? Which bird song? Which of my children is my favorite? What ridiculous questions. Please don't send me any more emails in which I am supposed to list my favorites. I just don't play favorites.

The List Keeps Growing

My Reading List, that is. The size of my blogging community. It has grown to be quite unmanageable. Although I have been retired for close to nine years, and in theory have "all the time in the world" to myself to do as I please, there really is not time for me to read all the blogs I want to read, and to respond to them.

I am sure I will always find the time for those select few whom I have come to love so dearly. They will always be my "best friends" on line. But there are so many out there who are so wonderful. I find more every day. Within the past few days I have discovered four more that interest me very much: Celeste, of Into the Moonlight; Shirley, of Mother Nature's Garden; Karin, of Wise Old Woman; and Debbie, of Tea and Photos. And the memes that I enjoy being a part of keep growing in numbers of participants, until I can no longer manage to visit every one of them. I now have to choose which of these wonderful people I will read today, when I want to read them all.

And then there are my own posts. This is my 647th !!! How is that possible? When did I become so full of myself that I thought I had this much worth saying? Could it be that I have so little to do with my time these days that I just ramble on and on like so many other elderly people? Some of my posts have been nothing but inane nonsense I'm sure.

Well, what I started out to say this time was that I need the understanding of my readers and forgiveness if I do not comment often on your posts. I really want to. There just doesn't seem to be time enough.

Post #648 today is going to be worth reading. My friend, Eileen, just sent me an email that I am sure is worth your time, and I am going to publish it here.

And THANK YOU. Your posts and comments and all of the amazing, fascinating, interesting information and photos you give to me every day are what keep me going.