Dear Friends
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A Drive Home
A Drive Home The nice thing about being brought up in a half dozen places is that each one feels like home. Whenever I return to the ridiculously perfect weather in southern California, or to the spectacular vision of the Golden Gate bridge in the northern part of the state, or to the long sweep of the Virginia coastline, or to the leafy splendor of my new home state of North Carolina, I feel my heart soar and my eyes well up and I wonder how I was ever happy anywhere else. This weekend, I returned to another of my homes, the placid heart of the country, to attend…
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Listen to this . . .
. . . so my manly musclebound man manhandled the massive new all-in-one washer dryer into the house, without a handtruck, singlehandedly. I was there, wearing gloves, close toed shoes and a sports bra, ostensibly to help but, for practical wimpy reasons, mostly just watching and getting mosquito bites. He did it all alone. Didn’t even yelp, curse, or glare when I crushed his fingers during one of my foiled attempts to assist. Awesome. . . . so we had a shower this weekend. Our friends Debbie and Bo threw it for us, in the neatest Chinese restaurant, and the food and company were incomparable. We also got some…
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Vegas Baby
I spent the weekend in Vegas. The first night I spent alone. The first thing I saw from the plane was the pyramid Luxor, beaming a spotlight straight into the sky. I got out a hundred bucks at the ATM and was surprised to see a hundred dollar bill come out of the dispenser. Welcome to Vegas, where the hundreds flow freely. I got ready in my two-queen-beds hotel room on the 26th floor of the Monte Carlo, spreading my luggage all over the abundance of beds. The view was incomparable – I tried to snap it through the window. The slots were banging and glittering downstairs, and I prowled the casino floor in…
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Farewell
He’s gone. I’m flying out to Louisville for the funeral Thursday. Sigh. Such a cheerful, unique personality. As a friend put it, cancer bites. God bless you little Joe! You are already missed.
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The Lawnmower
Feeling sort of melancholy lately. Probably has to do with the dreary weather: days and sunless days of chilly rain, dim murky light, oppressive cloud cover. Yuck. Anyway, Darlin’ and I are doing quite well, my Twisted Sister is happy, the cat is thriving, and yet my mind wants to dwell on cheerless gray thoughts. So I turn to a dark time in my past, and do a little exorcism of demons that pop up once and again. My thought garden is susceptible to weeds, as is anyone’s, and on occasion I write bad poetry to clear it out. I wrote this sparkling little rhyme a few days ago – I’ve…