The Thread Master

There are pros and cons to joining and using Facebook. Though many use Facebook to shamelessly promote the wonderful accomplishments and adorable looks of two incredibly beautiful boys . . .er, um, I mean, many use Facebook to promote themselves and/or their family in some way, shape or form. Of course, I’ve merely observed this practice with Facebook. I would never use Facebook to do such a thing.

Then, there are others who use Facebook to entertain. One person steps up to the stand, hand selects others to join him in a quest for intelligent conversation, strange ideas, mind-bending questions, vanity tags, junk, bacon, cookies, euphemisms and a passion for Regretsy. Well, some folks and I have met this person. We call him: Thread Master.

Thread Master has stitched together a plethora of people, mingling within various Threads. The Thread Master’s accomplishment is no small feat, either. Others, myself included, have tried to create one’s own group of ‘threaders’, only to find the deafening sound of crickets.

Yes, I bow down to the Thread Master, who has managed countless threads for over a year. And, as I bow, I find it hard not to compare my Thread Master to ‘Toy Story’.

As a matter of fact, it is as if we (the Threadheads) are living a version of Toy Story. Our Thread Master is the Claw, and we are the Aliens.

Threadheads: “The Claw!”
Threadhead #1: “The Claw is our master.”
Threadhead #2: “The Claw chooses who will go and who will stay.”
Alien: “I have been chosen! Farewell, my friends. I go on to a better place.”

When a new Alien joins the thread:
Threadhead #1: “A Stranger.”
Threadhead #2: “From the outside.”
All Threadheads: “Oooooooooooooh.”

And like the Aliens, those within the Thread know Nirvana is found within the mystic portals.

The ‘Claw’ turned 40 this week. And, I am taking this opportunity to salute him and thank him for providing great fun and entertainment. I am honored to be an Alien, er Threadhead, and I am glad the Thread Master chose me. “Bawk! Bawk!”

Ellie the Elephant

My beloved 'Ellie the Elephant'

My boss is in the midst of Project Clean Sweep. She and her family are going through all their things, passing the good to charity and the bad to trash. I am helping with the project, recycling what can be recycled and taking the donations to the various organizations accepting what they have to offer.

Now, this may sound silly to some, but I am certain some of you will be able to relate to what I am about to discuss. You see, my boss has a 13yr old daughter. And, this girl has gathered quite a collection of stuffed animals over her 13yrs. But, she has also come to a point where she is ready to let go of some of her animals. Getting to the point of being ready to let go wasn’t easy for her. A few tears were shed, when she realized she had to literally pick the ones to send away. And, she really felt like she was sending them away. Because, to this 13yr old girl, these were more than stuffed animals. These animals were her friends.

She would talk to the animals; and, in her mind, the animals would talk to her. As far as she was concerned, she was Andy from Toy Story. Unlike Andy, however, she knew her animals were alive. She wanted to make sure her animals were going to be loved as much as she loved them. She remembered the Goodwill scene in Toy Story II, where Jessie sits on the shelves, lonely and sad. This 13yr old girl didn’t want her animals to be sad.

When my boss shared this story with me, she asked me if I thought that was silly. I think I surprised my boss when I said I didn’t find it silly. In fact, I shared a story of my own with my boss. Because, like her daughter, I believed my animals were alive. ‘I LeMutt adore you’, ‘Winston’, ‘Elliot – Pete’s Dragon’, the Snuggle bear from the Snuggle Fabric Softner commercial and of course, ‘Ellie the Elephant’. I have others, but those five meant the most to me. One day I left the house without Ellie, that was not a good day.

With absolutely no embarrassment I share the following story: My parents spent the Summers in Amherst, Nova Scotia. My mom would drive from GA to Amherst and stay the full Summer. In August, my Dad would fly up and drive back with us. During the Summer of 1982, I was 13. My Mom and I left the house and headed North. I remember driving through a city in South Carolina when I realized what I had done. I was frozen. My heart sank, and I didn’t know how I was going to manage. Then a song came on the radio, “Hard to Say I’m Sorry” by Chicago. I sobbed. Sobbed. Why? Because I realized I left Ellie – my prized Ellie the Elephant at home. Ellie and I would be separated for over two months. And, in my heart, I sang (and sobbed) the song ‘Hard to Say I’m Sorry’ to Ellie. A long distance dedication, if you will. (giggle) And, I believed that Ellie was sad, too.

I am happy to say I made it through the Summer without Ellie. And, I am thankful I had younger cousins, so I could borrow one of their stuffed animals to get me through. [Insert Barry Manilow’s ‘Made it Through the Rain’ Here]  And, when I got home, you bet your bottom dollar, I hugged Ellie for a very long time.

My boys have their favorite stuffed animals, and I suspect they will keep them close for years to come. I will certainly encourage my boys to give to charity, especially if  their zoo of stuff animals ever becomes overcrowded. And, I don’t know that my boys will still be clinging to their stuffed animals when they reach the age of 13. But, I do know I will let them cling to their special friend as long as they want.

Where is ‘Ellie the Elephant’, you ask? He’s on my bed.