Hello, and welcome to another edition of Lame Post Friday. I am your host, Mohawk Valley Girl. To be perfectly honest, I would be taking another Blogger’s Sick Day, but it would be so tiresome in me to complain about my aches and pains. Uh, I mean I don’t have any aches and pains. I’m great! I’m fine! Everything will be delightful!
I got to work today and immediately sought out my friend, Dale, to say to him, “Balzac.” I did not see him at first but paused to say hello to my friend Karen. I told her, “If you see Dale, tell him Balzac.” I thought she might not remember that, even after I explained why, but it did not matter, because I soon saw Dale and told him myself.
The explanation, which is not nearly as captivating as the word “Balzac,” is that Dale and I often work on crossword puzzles together. Balzac was an answer we could not figure out. While I was reading something completely unrelated the previous evening (while I waited for my desktop to boot up), I found out that Balzac was the writer referenced in the mysterious clue. I spent the rest of the evening repeating, “Balzac” to myself so I would remember to tell Dale.
Full disclosure: I have never read anything by Balzac. I don’t know that I have even ever mentioned him in a sentence before this. However, if this has been remiss of me, I believe I have made amends in the previous 24 hours.
If the ghost of Balzac is listening (and I’m sure I don’t know why he should be), I hope he is having a pleasant Friday, as indeed I hope you are yourself.
This was perhaps a silly post, but at least I didn’t whine too much.