April is the Coolest Month

As Blanche DuBois said, "I have always depended on the kindness of strangers." Minus the incipient madness of Tennessee Williams' character in A Streetcar Named Desire, I have myself come to rely on the kindness of strangers in both the meat world and more familiar strangers, you friendly ghosts in the machine whom I call my readership.

The real world strangers have given or sold to me for cheap chairs and tables. Tomorrow morning, I'll be getting a huge blob of furniture courtesy of a Brazilian family going back home next week. I will finally have a queen-sized bed, bureau, a third kitchen chair, a tall storage unit, a small sofa and a TV stand. You people, and you know who you are, have almost shamed and have outright humbled me with your generosity.

Thanks to all you people, I'm now like a Horatio Alger character completely gone to seed, someone who, in just three short weeks, built up an echoing apartment with an air mattress and a rickety chair into an actual home. Where once I fretted about making the rent and utilities, literally counting my pennies, I'm now more comfortable than I have a right to be and can actually start thinking about a second-hand car.

And I say I haven't a right to be this relatively comfortable because I haven't done a damned thing to deserve this save for finding myself a victim of soicumstance. Because I construe these donations as a neverending reminder of what I've come to represent to you people. It makes me rethink the seriousness of my obligations for those who come here looking for a quality grassroots take on all matters both political and social. I will redouble my efforts and make Pottersville better than ever. I promise not to fail your expectations again. To paraphrase Eliot, April, thus far, has been the coolest and most excellent month.

As heartening as your kindness has been (and I'm personally thanking all those who have kicked in, even though Paypal is being prickish about it and not letting me verify my account until I give them a DNA sample or some such shit. So if your money hasn't left your own accounts, that's the reason why), it's been tempered with sadness that, save for one real-world friend, everything done on my behalf has been done by strangers instead of my family of 15+ years.

So much for blood being thicker than water. You people are simply the very best readership that a blog ever had, hands down, the perfect delineation of quality over quantity.