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Agatha
It must have been close to Christmas, but on which side, I don't quite remember. I suspect it was sometime in the January doldrums when all was frozen and gray. My friend Walter decided it was a good day for a dog. To get one, that is. "I know I'm me, because my little dog knows me," Walter once quoted Gertrude Stein. With his boyfriend Joseph away in the hospital, the house had an unaccustomed empty feeling. And it had been without a dog for too long. The shelter was in Ann Arbor . We piled festively into the car for the outing. It didn't take long to find her, a black and white ragamuffin puppy, so excited to see us that her tail seemed to wag her whole body. "This one?" I said, my inner ten year old going can we get her? Huh? Can we? Can we? On the way home in the car Walter chuckled, "I don't know whose eyes were more pleading - hers or yours." Walter named her Agatha, in honor of Miss Christie, the doyenne of our mi...
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ReplyDelete10:00, huh?
Well, this is short-notice Ricky, writing you from beautiful downtown Tampa. Well, not exatly downtown. It's some posh mall just down the road from the airport. I tried directory assistance, but didn't get a hit. I can't come where you're to - same situation as the last time. My sister's got the wheels. Because she's got the bucks, I guess. That's how it works. Anyway, we're here until tomorrow am, when we're off to Dunnellon. Again. Yeah, I changed my mind. What the heck. So if you're up to a last minute adventure, I'll be up past 12:00. Which is only nine my time. If it's too short notice I sure understand. You can dial in thru my sister's cell phone either way (yeah, she gets all the toys): 775-224-4353. Let it ring a couple times - it's kind of loud here at this fancy-dancy mall. I don't get out much. And if that doesn't work, we're staying at the La Quinta Inn - Tampa Airport. You could tray calling the 800-number there. We should be there at about 9:00 or so.
Cool response from you on my blog, by the way. Been thinking about it all day. First word to come to mind - freedom. Good word, that. But I must ponder some more.
Clear and ten-ten.
Still pondering...
ReplyDeleteYeah, like a doe ponders the headlights of an 18 wheeler.
You called me then next morning, right? All I remember is you asking "did I wake you up?", and then the sound of my own first croak of the morning (which registers half an octave higher than my day-voice due to the lengthy stretch required to patch into my left-brain for boot-up, and the low-level initializing routine that attempts to mask my incoherency in the interim with a considerate but faux cheerfulness), "no, no, it's fine... just haven't had any coffee yet is all..."
When I try to access the rest of our conversation, I get "File Not Found". Did you save it off on yours?
Your voice sounded fine - in fact after hanging up I thought " I'll send him the voiceover script" for my next commercial. Jet lag or no, you did all the talking. I suppose had I been less alert, I would have done all the talking. The only thing I can bring up from the file is some snatches about the paradoxes of contemporary health care and the pursuit of happiness.
ReplyDeleteI take it you're back in darkest Washington. Those 18 wheelers can give one pause. They come looming "like dreadful giant Christmas trees." I've been temporarily bollixed by one or two myself. But then the afterdraft appears and away you go...
Wow,
ReplyDeleteI go to bed at 10 and get up at 5:30 am...there is nothing like it in the world.
I formerly as well, a night owl, would sometimes only see 5:30 if I were still awake somewhere in the known Universe.
I think turning a new leaf is one of the most addictive habits too.