Amazing things from the internet

Image Copyright Allie Bosch www.hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com

Now, you may or may not know that my FarmWife kind of likes the internet. Kind of loves it, even, and uses it to excess during moments of wavering willpower. As much as she loves me, her husband and children, her farm and friends, her real life . . . there is something about surfing the world wide web that just soothes her like nothing else.

Here, illustrated by the talented Allie of Hyperbole and a Half, is a description of where FarmWife would go if it were not for the moderating influences of her human and animal family.

But, friends, look what the internet has done for her! It has . . .

a) made her mule famous, and who deserves fame more than me, Fenway Bartholomule? No one, that's who.

b) allowed for the flow of files too and from her computer, that she might earn money from home as a writer, editor, and graphic designer. Yay, money! It doesn't grow on trees, but it does grow on the internet.

c) introduced her to the work of many talented artists, not the least of whom are Sue Kroll (see link at right) who painted Yours Truly and Alison Fennell (www.eastwitching.blogspot.com) with whom FarmWife is publishing a picture book. Just today, FarmWife discovered this talented artist on facebook, proof that the internet is still full of surprises to uncover.

d) helped her obtain the lovely B, a minimule of unparalleled adorability, and helped her rehome Story, a dog of tremendous neediness. Now B is beloved here in Wickersham and Story is beloved in her new, dog-centric family.

e) facilitated our getting to know you, dear readers—a world of mulish friends!

I could go on—there are an F through a Z just waiting to be typed—but, as great as the internet is, real life is better. We're goin' riding.

Ears to you,
Fenway Bartholomule

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