|Okay, so that's not my real name...just a "pet" name from my loving husband. He's such a sweetie.|
But, I gave up my subscription due to the recession. I mean $15 a year here and there really adds up. So for me, it was back to stealing old copies from the doctors' offices.
Here is a picture of my loyalty...my goldenrod, heavy, dusty loyalty... which wasn't as strong as it looks:
|What? You don't like my foot high stack of NG's dating back to 2005? I don't like you then.|
In July, I decided I had suffered long enough and asked Matt for a new subscription for my birthday.
It was a glorious day when the first edition arrived, all wrapped in recyclable plastic. I put the first book aside for the honeymoon but couldn't help it and ripped open the next one I saw. King Tut was totally inbred and crippled...read all about it!
Anyway, I started reading and a flood of emotion came over me. I was feeling guilt and then anxiety...what had I been missing? I frantically flipped to the back and saw a crossword...I LOVE crosswords. I was pretty much melting at that point. "How long has NatGeo had a crossword?" I asked myself. "Whhhhyyyyyy did I cancel my original subscription???"
The worst thing of all: It's been a purely love relationship. Who leaves a good thing like that? Again: What was I thinking??? All this was pouring through my mind as I opened the folded Gulf Oil Spill insert and in my focused thinking, while my brain was trying to puzzle out my quandry, I was distracted...
I should have been paying attention, though...I should have thought about what might BE on that insert.
Touche National Geographic. I will never leave you again.
P.S. Who KNEW there were effing sperm whales in the Gulf of Mexico?...AND Giant Squid??? That is now the scariest place on Earth nearest to me.