Dear Friend, Thank you







You know you've met a precious friend when she tells you the lipstick intended for lips ended up on your front teeth.  Likewise, I appreciate anyone who responds to an invitation with honesty.  Specifically, I started a while back inviting your responses after you had read a Blog(s).  Now, I don't want to use "friend" casually or incorrectly.  Nor am I presumptuous enough to assume that I know each Reader, and even if I did,  I respect how you choose to react.  However, whether we've met person-to-person through these musings or not,  the invitation stands.

 Recently, I received fantastic feedback!  A friend I met two or three years ago shared two thoughts about the Blogs:  The font could be enlarged, and some of them were too lengthy.  Good to know! You cared enough to share.  Thank you.  I told him I could easily handle the latter, but needed expert help in dealing with font sizes.  While I can manipulate font size in a Word app, I haven't yet mastered Blog nuances, including changing font sizes.

You might notice that this is not my usual font; it's a bit larger.  (I can read it easier, but I need to visit an Ophthalmologist for an exam. since it's been a while).  I'll do that,  but the point is that I want to be as easily accessible as possible.  I do want to hear from as many of you as care to respond to what I share.

 Thank you again, Dear Friend, for your response.    

 Looking forward to hearing from more Readers (hint, hint!)

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