The above thought occurred to me after a tense conversation with a beloved “fundamentalist” relative. The thorny subject of our chat was my non-belief.
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Not to be coy, Vince, but there are scores of relatives from which to choose, so I won’t point to just one. Despite the fact that they indulge in what I consider to be blatant superstitions, I love all my religious relatives — and my pious friends, too.
O.K., I've been asked to explain the blog name. Of course you know that the word "doodle" usually refers to random jottings made while otherwise occupied—on the phone, attending meetings, watching television, or just daydreaming. Doodles are very rough sketches of people, patterns, animals, objects, etc. My plan for this blog is to expand the definition of doodling to include play writing, prose (fiction and non), and anything else (woodworking? ironing shirts?), that invades my brain pan. A little of this, a little of that—the whole blog becoming one big hybrid doodle. As for the "meister" part, that's just pure vanity.
Hmmmmmmmmm. I wonder who?
Not to be coy, Vince, but there are scores of relatives from which to choose, so I won’t point to just one. Despite the fact that they indulge in what I consider to be blatant superstitions, I love all my religious relatives — and my pious friends, too.