Hunnerd

Or if you’re not from Chicago, you would say hundred.  Ya think da Cubs can win a hunnerd this year?  It must be a hunnered degrees out dere.  This would be my hunnerdth post.   I bet someone is putting the finishing touches on a party for me right now.  Maybe with a hunnerd balloons.  Or a hunnerd cupcakes.  Or filling an envelope with a hunnered bucks. 

I initially wanted this blog to be called Party of One.  That’s what Big Daddy says to me all the time when I crack myself up.  He’ll say, “Kathy, party of one.  Kathy, party of one.”  That blog name was taken so I decided on A Speckled Trout after my dad,who always called me that.

Over the weekend, several people told me that they love reading this blog.  They read it every day and they’re not my mom or my husband.  Since the point in doing this was to get my writing out there to be read, I don’t know why I’m always surprised to hear that, but I am.  Every single time.  Surprised and so touched that my throat catches and I have to work hard at not crying.  #100 is a shoutout to you for taking the time to stop by here and then taking the time to tell me.  I threw a paycheck away to find out if I was any good at this and on a daily hourly minute-to-minute basis, I question that decision.  Today I will eat a cupcake and simply be thankful. 

Author: Kathleen Fisher

Kathleen Fisher is a Chicago girl at heart though she moved from there many years ago when a handsome scientist swept her off her feet. What started as a light-hearted blog about life, marriage, and kids turned more serious in September of 2018 when her husband of 35 years ended his life. A new journey began that day and she now writes about unexpected loss, grief, and finding a path towards healing. View all posts by Kathleen Fisher