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Hail to Me

I feel a bit vain, and I have never been very good at promoting myself, but I do have a few favorite posts from the past year, if I do say so myself.

One of my favorites was about a used bookmobile that was for sale in my town. I imagined all the uses for it and even made one just for Rich.

I also liked my post about my life's sound track, if it had one. I find writing about imaginary details of life to be therapeutic. You can learn a lot about yourself when you assign music to each phase of your life.

And I liked my post about all the societies out there in society, and I enjoyed coming up with a few of my own. Here was my personal membership card to the Use Your Turn Signal or Die Society.


When I discovered the fill-in-the-blank poem that provided I Am From, I was delighted. I liked what I created with it, and I was inspired by what some of you were able to create with it as well.

I have sung for you, played the piano for you, given you recipes, shown you my paintings and baby pictures. I have had fun saluting birthdays of famous people. And I have enjoyed reviewing my favorite old movies. Here are the movies I have reviewed so far:

Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Joe Versus the Volcano, Cool Hand Luke, Lost in America, We're No Angels, The Quiet Man, Meet John Doe, and The Marx Brothers collection.

There will be more to come, I'm sure. There are probably other posts I am proud of or enjoyed writing, but I don't want to get carried away with celebrating myself. So, I'll just leave you with one of my favorite pictures, one of Edgar Allan Poe wearing a hat I knitted. It amuses me.

Comments

Gina said…
It amuses me too!
10:25 AM
dive said…
Hail to you indeed, Robyn!
Your posts are always an inspiration, which has kept you top of my blog list for as long as we've known one another.
Your "Life's Soundtrack" post inspired all of us to look back in the same way (some of us less melodically than others).
Your "Societies" post is just lovely; my personal favourite being the International Bitter Sweet Chocolate Society. … Yummy!
And of course, "I Am From" had us all in tears and all trying to emulate you with our own, but there's no beating your wonderful original. I stand by my comment at the time.
And I loved that hat!

More dips into your archives please, Robyn. This little taster simply whets the appetite.
Hail to you!
11:48 AM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
WOW those are some of the most sincere words I've seen in writing by dive.

Robyn - thanks for going down memory lane and posting my mobile psych ward. Wouldn't it be fun for us all to go for a ride in the psychmobile? it would be like the polar express. :))

It's been great reading your stuff over the past year and I truly feel that I've found a place to go when I need a fun story or interesting facts and on and on.

Keep writing because you will always have at least one reader from Boston.
12:05 PM
Robyn Martins said…
Wow, Dive. What a tribute. Thank you very much. I'll see if there is another gem or two down in the archive bin.

Rich, I do think a ride on your specialized Polar Express would be in order. fix it up, why don't you.
12:31 PM
Sassy Sundry said…
I loved that Poe photo.

I also love your blog, and I'm glad to know you.
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