It was good, said Grace, but it wasn't my favorite. They strolled around Rittenhouse Park and enjoyed the downtown area, since they are both city girls.
I thought a moment, wondering if I should hold up a show of fingers.
70, I said.
And how old is Scott, he asked.
57, I said.
Why was this deep young boy interested in ages.
As a kid, I was fascinated with ages. Great minds think alike.
Max was lying there and Nicole's feet were sticking out, so I massaged her feet and pretended they were Max's. I thought it was hilarious.
For dinner we had pizza and delicious BBQ chicken thighs and legs. The kids got the sauce EVERYWHERE.
And then.... an ambulance sirened by. Max was reading me his Rescue Vehicle Book.
When I first arrived, I heard his barefeet padding to the door, with a new green backload in his hand with huge wheels.
Usually Onkar S publishes my work rather quickly. I began to panic when The Lottery Ticket wasn't published within two weeks.
I wrote to make sure he received my work. Finally he wrote back today, apologizing for all the work he had as he has an outside job. He lives in New Delhi and travels extensively.
Me? I travel to and from The Giant Supermarket and my Writing Group.
Click here to read The Lottery Ticket, which I think is rather unusual. I'd forgotten I named the main character Shana.
And my poem Mother Would Have Liked You.
It's about a former client of mine, who I call Evelyn, the toughest woman ever to get along with.
On PBS there's a show about oldies. Here's a couple pix I took.
View her auction here in 2014. Here's her bio.
What am I doing? I asked. I'm so tired I'm gonna collapse.
Give it up for Tommy Edwards and It's All in the Game. Hmm, he's dead, so I guess someone else is singing this.
Here they are, ladies and gentlemen!!!
And I would dream about this Santa Catalina... how beautiful it was. Listen here.
he's a right-wing nut. Born in 1932, 83 yrs old.
Gonna eat some watermelon now. Will post one of the songsters on FB. Maybe.