I know, I know- two posts after no posts and I haven’t had a chance to gather comment gratification from the one below yet, but moving on…
It’s 5 AM and that galumph of a cat just woke me up with some long conversation or other. I think it was in Vietnamese.
I dreamed I ended this blog (thanks, Judy) and started another one focused on my time spent in Australia (never been, but the latest issue of Abby’s Dive magazine that comes to the house and is on my nightstand has a gorgeous spread on the Great Barrier Reef).
I named my new blog Gerundii from Down Undie and it had little essays about life with my mother (my most taxing English grammar school teacher, in the tenth grade. Did I mention that I miss her?). John Denver had come to the house to do a musical special highlighting it and was wandering around from room to room , carrying his guitar and singing songs with odd lyrics for the camera. The taping ended (Dan called tonight to say they had just finished a week of studio recording on the band’s third CD release), the recording crew left, Rich went to bed and John Denver started flirting with me. I giggled along for a bit (ala the salon incident below) and then rebuffed him.
He was obligingly sheepish, killed a bug that looked like a red pincher bug (thanks, Florida anthropoda insecta. Lincoln Park Zoo, here I come.) and said he was just so impressed with my work with the NCAA (Rich called to tell me to hold the dates for the Final Four in Atlanta the end of March). I looked momentarily puzzled and then he reminded me that we met on some morning news show when I was promoting the cause for all NCAA athletes to adopt needy children ( a flash from my professional past, when I did an hour long adoption special with CBS This Morning).
In my last waking hours yesterday, I had dinner with Abby. She told me how much she was enjoying her advanced grammar class and we laughed about that genetic thread coming from her grandmother. At the end of dinner I said something about my trip to Chicago this morning and she said, "You MAY very well catch your plane by leaving at that time, but the chance that you MIGHT be flying tomorrow is slight."