L is for Love

If I have a failing, it's that I love overmuch. Maybe not overmuch. I think the problem may be that I use language of love to excess. When I like someone? I love them! When I tell someone I love them, it can't be once or twice but I have to say it a million times. Like Tourette's of the excessively emotive. I say love often, but I mean it always. I never take it back, though sometimes I have to revise what I mean by this shortest and longest four-letter word. My love is all-encompassing of the things and people that make me happy, and some that don't, too. I shan't bore you with them all, but perhaps my Flickr can provide a few examples.

I loved my cat, Grizabella. She was a doll, a ball of fluff who fit in the palm of my hand at 5 or 6 when I received her for a birthday. She grew up nice and pleasant, until the painter's dog ran her up a tree and she came down in the night, most likely incurring some severe injuries. We never knew, but she got increasingly bitter and mean after that- though she always was still good to me. She loved me back, even in her arthritic middle age before she ... well, let's not discuss the end of the story. I did love her.


Apparently about 15 images in my Flickr pop up if you do a search for "love." There's this one, because I "love big beaks":


And this one, "Love Enduring" which shows two strangers of a certain age who have obviously not lost their spark:


My coffee table is well loved, and beginning to show the wear as a result. I'm sure I've mentioned it before since I built it with my dear friend Sharyn, and it has served me beautifully ever since. And it has baskets for YARN.


Although I've since had the bumper repainted (someone rear-ended my car in a metro parking lot last year), I need to get another of these bumper stickers:


There are some yarn photos, and some knitting photos, and one where I commented on my love for crazy 80s shirts (I was in the crazy 80s in the photo, however). And there's probably a few more, one of which might feature the person I say "I love you" to more often than any other.

I just need to say it more often to my mom and dad. I can't believe they've escaped the general love-fest. This points to my having plenty more than one failing (loving overmuch not even being a particularly representative one), but maybe the next letter in the "ABC-Along" will shed some light on more interesting topics, or at least ones easier to put into photograph format without embarrassing the ones I love or you, dear reader! It should be fairly obvious at this point that I probably love you, too, simply for stopping by.