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. . . Dayle James Arceneaux.
Dayle, my Cajun friend, you are one of the most coolest guys I
know. Last year when I first opened your box containing your
manuscript for me to edit, not only did I find said manuscript,
but I also found two bottles of creole seasonings and several
photographs of your alligator pals. I have to confess that I gave
the seasonings to my neighbor, who was thrilled at his good
fortune. I'm more of a plain salt and ketchup sort of gal. One
whiff of those cayenne peppers and I was done in. Well, not
literally. But almost.
Dayle, my Cajun friend, you are one of the most coolest guys I
know. Last year when I first opened your box containing your
manuscript for me to edit, not only did I find said manuscript,
but I also found two bottles of creole seasonings and several
photographs of your alligator pals. I have to confess that I gave
the seasonings to my neighbor, who was thrilled at his good
fortune. I'm more of a plain salt and ketchup sort of gal. One
whiff of those cayenne peppers and I was done in. Well, not
literally. But almost.
You certainly did not have to put in
anything with your manuscript (except
your check, of course, hee-hee), but you
gave me the first hint of how courteous,
generous, and considerate you are.
Since then, you've been proving it. It
has been an honor to know you, and I
am grateful that we are friends. You are
one of the most creative and artistic
gentlemen I know, and I'm humbled that
you painted this picture for me.
You fussed a bit about the details—the
color not being exactly right—and you
said you needed more practice, but it's
perfect. Really. The colors, the details,
the moment it captures . . . awesome.
anything with your manuscript (except
your check, of course, hee-hee), but you
gave me the first hint of how courteous,
generous, and considerate you are.
Since then, you've been proving it. It
has been an honor to know you, and I
am grateful that we are friends. You are
one of the most creative and artistic
gentlemen I know, and I'm humbled that
you painted this picture for me.
You fussed a bit about the details—the
color not being exactly right—and you
said you needed more practice, but it's
perfect. Really. The colors, the details,
the moment it captures . . . awesome.
See where I put it? Close enough to my
recliner so I can gaze upon it up close—
far enough from my couch that I can
gaze upon it from afar. I love it. Yep.
Totally.
(That is, by the way, your manuscript on
my table. See the pile of white there on
the corner?)
Dayle, I gotta say it (as an adoring big
sis), I love everything about you. Your
love for the Smokey Mountains, and the
photos you share of them on your blog.
Your dogs, Teddy and Chelsea (and
Jake too!). The way you think deeply
about deep things. Your love for the
troops, and how you worked so hard to
send care packages—how you inspired
me to send a few myself!
Okay, now I am gushing, so I'll call it
quits for now.
recliner so I can gaze upon it up close—
far enough from my couch that I can
gaze upon it from afar. I love it. Yep.
Totally.
(That is, by the way, your manuscript on
my table. See the pile of white there on
the corner?)
Dayle, I gotta say it (as an adoring big
sis), I love everything about you. Your
love for the Smokey Mountains, and the
photos you share of them on your blog.
Your dogs, Teddy and Chelsea (and
Jake too!). The way you think deeply
about deep things. Your love for the
troops, and how you worked so hard to
send care packages—how you inspired
me to send a few myself!
Okay, now I am gushing, so I'll call it
quits for now.
Thank you, my friend, for all you are. Of course, the thing I love best about you is that you are all
His. Your heart is Christ's. You belong to Him. We are truly brother and sister, and I can't wait
for all those timeless days when we can relax together in Heaven with our Lord. What an amazing
time that will be.
Until then, carry on! Keep on being you, and I'll try not to gush. I can almost see you blushing.
Well, you deserve it.
Vaya con Dios! (How would a Cajun say that?)
donna
December 21, 2007
Comments
Wow, I'd like to meet this guy. Does anyone have a home remedy for blushing?
Okay, this is one of those rare moments where I don't know what to say except - thank you.
Thank you for your kind words. (I'll treasure them.) Thank you for your friendship. Thank you for
all you taught me about writing. And to borrow your line - thank you, my friend, for all you are.
p.s. un(1) So that's the chair where all the magic happens, huh? :)
p.s. dé(2) I'm honored to have one of my paintings in such a prominent spot in your home.
p.s. trò(3) If you say vaya con dios to a Cajun, he'll probably respond "bayou what?"
Posted by: dayle
Well, D - you're into sharing the love, eh?!?! You have made a number of Aussies absoluted
delighted by your generosity sending your books, my friend! I have a wee parcel (the usual minus
the vegemite!!) coming your way - I just have to get to the old post office!! So you can't set any
dates until my little gift finds its place next to the beautiful painting - LOL!!!
So will I get to review Dayle's book sometime???????????
Posted by: Rel
Oh, that was D for Donna!! Not wanting Dayle to have a further need for blushing remedies -
LOL!!
Posted by: Rel
His. Your heart is Christ's. You belong to Him. We are truly brother and sister, and I can't wait
for all those timeless days when we can relax together in Heaven with our Lord. What an amazing
time that will be.
Until then, carry on! Keep on being you, and I'll try not to gush. I can almost see you blushing.
Well, you deserve it.
Vaya con Dios! (How would a Cajun say that?)
donna
December 21, 2007
Comments
Wow, I'd like to meet this guy. Does anyone have a home remedy for blushing?
Okay, this is one of those rare moments where I don't know what to say except - thank you.
Thank you for your kind words. (I'll treasure them.) Thank you for your friendship. Thank you for
all you taught me about writing. And to borrow your line - thank you, my friend, for all you are.
p.s. un(1) So that's the chair where all the magic happens, huh? :)
p.s. dé(2) I'm honored to have one of my paintings in such a prominent spot in your home.
p.s. trò(3) If you say vaya con dios to a Cajun, he'll probably respond "bayou what?"
Posted by: dayle
Well, D - you're into sharing the love, eh?!?! You have made a number of Aussies absoluted
delighted by your generosity sending your books, my friend! I have a wee parcel (the usual minus
the vegemite!!) coming your way - I just have to get to the old post office!! So you can't set any
dates until my little gift finds its place next to the beautiful painting - LOL!!!
So will I get to review Dayle's book sometime???????????
Posted by: Rel
Oh, that was D for Donna!! Not wanting Dayle to have a further need for blushing remedies -
LOL!!
Posted by: Rel
I love it. I'll love it always. Wherever I go, it goes with me. Thank you thank you thank you. : )
(Girls, he also writes poetry. Check out his blog. He knows I'm too stuck in my old-maid ways for
any of this to be . . . well, you know. We have already made it clear—I'm his adoring big sister.
Nothing else.) : )
(Girls, he also writes poetry. Check out his blog. He knows I'm too stuck in my old-maid ways for
any of this to be . . . well, you know. We have already made it clear—I'm his adoring big sister.
Nothing else.) : )