So Gordy came over to grandma's and plopped himself on the floor with some sort of electronic device, while his ma and grandma talked. He really is adjusting well to his new grandad, whom he hasn't met, and probably doesn't even realize he has.
But he does have one thing in common with Sean. Neither is helping with Hanna's move.
It looks like we are finally going to find out how heavy those grey concrete books are.
This is my 2,000th Mary Worth post, and while it feels like a milestone, I can't help but remember that every post I've written was inspired by a comic strip written by Karen Moy and drawn by Joe Giella. Even though I don't post every day, they do.
While some people mock, I am absolutely delighted by this comic strip. I may crack a joke or two at its expense, but I assure you that my only motivation is the absolute glee I feel each morning when I see what Moy and Giella have come up with.
I have tried to create a blog that reflects that sense of delight. From the Charterstone Jukebox, to the annual Worthy Awards, I've tried to make this blog a place that I enjoy visiting, and I hope that others have fun here too.
Which brings me to you, dear reader. Once in a while, after I post, I'll scroll down to the Live Traffic Feed widget and see where visitors are visiting from. I'll see many cities that I recognize, even places I've visited, like Cincinnati, Ohio; Boston, Massachusetts; and Palo Alto, California. I'll also see places that I don't know, and I wonder about them and the reader who lives there, places like Lawnton, Pennsylvania; Elyria, Ohio; and Greenacres, Florida.
Then I will read your comments, and I will laugh out loud (which stands for LOL) and think, "They're having as much fun as me!" Yes, there are regular commenters like fauxprof, and KitKat, and Chester the Dog... (I'm sorry for not mentioning everyone!), but then there will be those who post for the first time, and I think, "Oh, I'm so glad they felt like they could post a comment," and then there are the mysterious Anonymous posters, and I wonder who you are, and what deep dark secrets you are hiding (email your secrets to maryworthandme@gmail.com).
And then someone will actually follow the Carterstone Jukebox on Spotify, or drop twenty bucks in the rehabilitation jar, and I'm amazed because to me that represents real commitment.
This site evolved when I started a personal blog in 2007 and I noticed that when I wrote something about myself, it just sort of sat there, but when I posted a comment about Mary Worth, people were actually reading and responding. So I created this blog that's more about Mary Worth than it is about me.
I hope you'll continue to share the Amazing Adventures of Mary Worth with me. I hope that whatever your personal circumstances may be, that you'll find Mary Worth and Me a place of delightful agony.
Your pal,
Wes Andersen (aka Wanders)
Today's Full Strip
(Warning: it contains more packing)
If ever a work of art has captured the essence of familial love, it is this one. Gordy's attachment to his grandmother is clearly unmatched as she takes a break from packing boxes to explain to her daughter why she and Gordy were excluded from her recent marriage ceremony. Additionally, it portrays without irony the artist's deep understanding of matrimonial bliss as Hanna is empowered to move herself into her man's apartment the day after her wedding.
Meanwhile, Dave is telling his buddy Mike, "And our dual incomes will let me finally achieve the lifestyle of my dreams!"
In honor of Amy being able to quit her job, I've added the song Pretty Woman to the Jukebox.
But, really, I can't say it better than Josh did today at the Comics Curmudgeon.
All is right with the world. Hanna and Amy both have husbands, and Gordon has a new device to access the Internet. Perhaps Amy could help pack up some of Hanna's boxes. Sean and Mary sure have disappeared.
Oh, Little Gordy. What do we really know about you? You love television, and cartoons about rockets and big brown mice. You like robots and riding in the front seat like a big boy. And now, I'm just guessing, there's a new man in your mommy's life. So if you thought you were neglected before, you ain't seen nothing yet.
Since I can no longer follow this complex plot -- it's just that amazing -- I thought I'd share a few other thoughts.
Yesterday, we had snow. It started at about 10 a.m., and by the time I was driving home from work at 5 p.m., the freeway was packed with ice and piles of slush that slopped up on the undercarriage with a sloshy grate. Most of the cars on the Interstate seemed to be following best driving practices, with an occasional jerk weaving aggressively past anyone with hazard lights. But the rest of us caravanned at a steady 20 m.p.h. knowing full well that one wrong move would ruin the drive for everyone coming next.
My wife and I went to Maui last September, as you might remember, where the speed limit actually is 20 m.p.h., so I told my wife that basically it was like driving in Hawaii. I'm not sure everyone on the freeway agreed, but the association got me home calm, collected, and definitely cool.
Speaking of making it through the cold, here's a column by my favorite writer Michael Perry, that I know you'll enjoy.
If you like the article, you will love his books. This is one of my favorites:
The Valencia Resort in Goleta. It's not a real place, unfortunately. Although there is the Bacara Resort & Spa in Goleta, and the Rancho Valencia in Rancho Santa Fe not too far away. Both are very expensive, but I've been reading about making your goals a reality through the power of visualization. I keep trying to visualize these resorts, hoping to go someday, but unfortunately, my visualization always drifts to Hanna and Sean's honeymoon. I lose interest, really fast, and start visualizing the Goleta Jiffy Lube instead. It's one of the best.
