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I know you're busy. Thanks for taking the time to write. I love reading emails from readers.
"Hi Suzanne--I had to write after reading [Wednesday's] column [about your daily assignment], because I had an "ah-ha" moment.
I work at a college library. A young woman, who is my neighbor and also a student here, stopped by unexpectedly to see me. I haven't seen her in awhile, so it was nice to see her and catch up. However, she was here talking for over an hour, which of course began to exasperate me. The thing is that her younger sister committed suicide six months ago when she was 15 years old. I know that she needs to talk, so I didn't want to cut her off. I realized, after reading your column, that that was my 'assignment' for today--to just be there for someone else and listen. I couldn't fix anything, I couldn't do anything, but I could listen. I love this idea and I am also going to try to incorporate it as daily mantra.
Also, I have to ask: what is the deal with this bubble machine? You have a bubble machine that you set up in your yard? Every day? Some days? How did this start?
Thanks for sharing. And you are right--'It's so good to read with friends.'"
All my best, Kathleen V.
(Suzanne replies:) Kathleen, thanks for writing and for reminding me that new readers join the book club every day, so not everyone knows about my electric bubble machine. I am known as the "Bubble Lady" in Sarasota, Florida. I've been running a bubble machine in front of my house, nearly every day for the past six years and the question on everyone's mind, after they've twirled around in the bubbles, is to ask, "Why do you have a bubble machine?"
Some folks assume I have grandchildren and so the bubbles must be for them. I do have five grandchildren, but they're not the reason for my love of bubbles. Watching the bubbles waft over the sidewalk and swirl up towards the clouds, you can't help but smile. And that's exactly why there's a steady stream of bubble lovers walking by my house every day. Children in strollers bug their parents to walk by the Bubble Lady's house. Runners call-out in the early morning if I haven't turned on the machine yet, "Where are the bubbles?" Burly looking guys show their softer side as they twirl around in the bubbles. I receive cards in the mail addressed to the Bubble Lady and when I'm out and about, if someone inquires where I live and I mention I run a bubble machine in front of my house every day, they exclaim, "Oh my gosh! You're the Bubble Lady! I love your bubbles!" Even the employees at the local nursery welcome me with a "Hi Bubble Lady," when I stop in to buy plants.
It's a great match, bubbles and me. They bring me joy and help keep me grounded. Whoever hands out our daily "assignments" knew what they were doing when they decided I should be a Bubble Lady.
Watch for a bubble photo in Monday's column, along with a photo of one of my most favorite things and one of my least favorite things--and a giveaway, too.
Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.
Have a wonderful weekend.