A special readers note (or a reader's special note)

I hardly know what to say. It's rare that this inconsequential little blog gets such devoted, if perhaps fleeting, attention.

And really, why should the meditations of an exurban mother of two be worthy of anybody's scrutiny?

Little League mom. Boy Scout mom. A person who spends much of her day chauffeuring kids to after- school activities and the movies? Could anything be more boring to someone I have never met?

I seem to show a shocking lack of principle -- someone who roots both for the Phillies and the Yankees must be totally namby-pamby. I don't know one end of a football from the other. I live out here among Republicans and hunters -- and some of them are even my friends.

Then there is the matter of my belief in God -- I must be, as it were, thoroughly irredeemable. So unsophisticated.

If I didn't have a good friend with a condo in Utah, I'd never get out of Pennsylvania.

Even my vices, ordering PG Tips and Ribena in cases from the U.K., are rather pedestrian.

And let's not even talk about my lack of culture -- out here in the rural fastnesses of Chester County, my idea of a good time is a long walk through the cornfields.

Tedious, really. Rather a cow. Not to milk the metaphor, but I'm udderly beneath your notice.

I'll do my best to find little snippets that may be amusing for you -- but I make no promises.

So long for now -- I've got some gardening to do -- and the laundry to take in.