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I ate breakfast with a Hercules fork, as in the Disney movie. Because we forgot to run the dishwasher last night before bed. You know you’re low on silverware when you’re hunting up the Disney and Seseme Street stuff in the back of the drawer. Dishes are washing as I type this. We managed to have a hot, cooked breakfast so all is right with the world. So to speak.
I’d set my goal that one of us would blog something every day, I think we’ll scale that goal down to five days a week. That’s goal enough, I think. Besides I’m not sure what to blog, frankly.
The last time I talked about a friend visiting us from out of town, a male friend, some imaginative fans speculated sexually about what we were doing, or going to do with a very dear friend of ours. I have not told him, nor will I. It would have hurt his feelings terribly, and shocked him. So the one or two people that said it, if what you wanted was to curtail what appears here in this blog, it worked. I don’t know. Sometimes I just don’t understand people. I don’t understand being mean just to be mean. It never makes me feel better to make others feel worse. I take no joy in the suffering of other people, but apparently some out there do.
So do I talk here of trivialities, forks and breakfast, and leave out any personal details for fear that someone will be cruel. No. I guess I’d already decided, no. For all you descent human beings out there. For all you people who are truly fans, or friends, or just nice, this blog is for you guys. Not for the crabby, mean-spirited, dirty-minded minority. If I let a few ugly comments stop me or limit me, then they win. They don’t win. Never let the bastards get you down.
So, here goes. Our friend Richard is finally back from Italy. Trinity was so excited when we picked him up at the airport that she was like this cute little limpet attached to his arm. She was heartbroken that he had to go home to his folks house. Why couldn’t he stay at our house? We explained that his parents and sisters hadn’t seen him in six months either, and they missed him just like she missed him. It really didn’t carry much weight with Trinity, she’s ten so her missing him counted more to her. I couldn’t blame her. We’d all missed him. Though he did scout Milan for us and come back with lists of restaurants and sights that we might want to see when we go to Italy this fall. For those who don’t know Jon and I are doing a book tour of Italy this fall. It will be the first foreign book tour ever. It will also be my longest ever airplane flight. AAAH! Not looking forward to that part. But if I can do the flight to Italy and hold it together than it raises hope for longer flights later. Maybe plane rides are like lifting weights, you just have to work up to it. Maybe. And no, before someone gets onto the internet and says that Richard went over to Italy to scout for us. Not true. He went over because he has an Italian girlfriend. A much better reason to visit than business.