The gregarious loner
Folk who meet me, encounter a man who is friendly, who smiles a lot, and who as the “Mystery Worshipper” at St. Hilary’s Church (earlier this year) said “is jovial”. I come across as a very gregarious person. At heart, I am a loner. More than anything, I like to be alone. Give me a “stage” and I am that apparently gregarious person. All of life is acting - and I can play that role so well. It’s fun while it lasts. But I’ve often said that my epitaph should be “He played to a thousand audiences, but never received the accolades he felt that he richly deserved”. “Off stage” I retreat into that “loner”. (I am happiest alone, but I am NOT lonesome). I putter around the house. The T.V. and radio are rarely on, for I love the silence. My cat Ada is the dozer. She spends most each day eating or sleeping. The other cat, Adelaide, is a prowler. She wanders around the house all day, looking for Lord knows what. I am an “Adelaide”. I prowl around my home, always restless, and always quite ...