Lily, photo copyright Bianca Dorso

While I realize what I have to say may wound you, nevertheless I must confess that lately I've found I am spending less and less time thinking about what I think you might be thinking about me.  Of course I haven't stopped wondering altogether (see yesterday's post), but the busier I become, the less time I have to devote to thinking about what I can do to get you to think about me in a favorable, flattering and/or financially rewarding light.  Which I admit is, indirectly at least, not quite so much about you and slightly more about me in the final analysis, but I think you see my point.

What I am trying to say is that I want you to think whatever you like.  Feel free.   "Think left and think right," as Dr. Seuss (1904-1991) once said.  "And think low and think high.  Oh the things you can think up if only you try."

Friends think what they think and like us anyway.  As I come to embrace that truth, I know that whatever you might be thinking, you will eventually either lie to me in a very very convincing manner or else tell me in the nicest possible way.  When, for instance, I am doubting a wardrobe choice as being possibly too youthful or too colorful, I am learning to trust that you will confirm my suspicions simply and firmly but without being cruel, and that you won't let me leave the house in anything so ill-advised as to provoke mirth or unsolicited remarks by strangers.

So what do you think?