“Dear Abby’s” advice column or the New York Times crossword puzzle?
The puzzle definitely comes first. At least for me. “Dear Abby” just happens to be on the same page as the puzzle so, yes, I do read her column. Especially when I’m stuck on a clue.
One day not long ago, Abby was responding to a reader who is moving to a retirement community where she and her husband know no one. The writer admits to not being great at small talk and wonders how she’ll make new friends.
Abby recommended her very own booklet called, something like: “How To Start Over.” It’s a mere $8.00 and my check is in the mail. How could I not want to read that? It gets to the very core of moving someplace new.
I can do the actual move bit. Done it many times. Hung the pictures. Arranged the furniture. Placed the lamps. Shelved the books. Sorted the closets.
But after the do-ing, comes the be-ing. That’s the hard part. Certainly for me, as a self proclaimed, card carrying, introvert. And for some of Abby’s readers, apparently.
I’m eager to see what Abby offers up. She’s been around a while. Seen a lot. Done a lot. She’s the go-to-woman for many people. Asking for her advice is new to me. But so is this move. So, bring it on, Abby. I’m checking my mailbox daily.
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