Well, ok. I have to admit. I tuned in to Jon & Kate to see how they would present their divorce.It was a trainwreck.At least to me.The both of them spent all their "couch time" saying they were "doing it for the kids." Separating for the kids. Going on with the show to provide for the kids.That . . .
Preparing food has become an act of love, at least for me, and one of my favorite activities is menu planning for FLH’s next visit.Today I’m thinking about a nice penne pasta with sausage and ricotta, in a red sauce, with a little salad dressed with balsamic vinegrette and some nice Italian bread. . . .
The hot chocolate wasn't the last pleasure of our trip.Later in our last day, we met my friend G. and her 5-year-old daughter, D, at the Café Rigolo in Laurel Village. D is very precocious and at one point, pulled FLH aside and said “Come here and play, they talk too much!”.Indeed.G’s sister, S, . . .
Enjoying a restful day now that our flight was cancelled and we're going in the morning. We started with a nice breakfast at IHOP...haven't done that in years.Listening to FLH on a conference call, his voice a familiar backdrop despite rarely hearing it for 30 years. Soon as he's through we are off . . .
Someone I know is planning to have liposuction soon. Not so notable, really. Except for the fact that she is nearing 70 years of age.She is a beautiful woman who doesn't look her age. But her doctor told her she could not diet or exercise off the few pounds she doesn't like. That make her feel she . . .
Remember HHH? I saw a quote of this this morning that so perfectly reflected my view of a good government. The moral test of government is how it treats those who are in the dawn of life . . . the children; those who are in the twilight of life . . . the elderly; and those who are in the shadow of . . .
Since I may not do much posting from our trip, I'd like to leave with this thought:I never in a million years thought that this would happen. That FLH would even BE interested in renewing our relationship. It never seemed to be an option, so I never went there.But now that it HAS happened, in the . . .
Somewhere, in the Ventana Wilderness near Big Sur, a tiny, rough-hewn cabin sits in a wood. The sun's out but a fire's burning in the fireplace. A couple of old hippies live there, stirring the tie dye pot. This line hangs outside their cabin.I wrote a story once, in the mid-1990s about a little . . .
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