now i've got Chicago in mind again ….California, Savannah, Chicago??….there are too many choices and no sure fire way to find out which place is right for me. is rating the replies to singles postings a fair way to judge a city? it's making for some interesting data:
SAVANNAH: these men, no surprise, are either full-fledged rednecks (send picture of pick up truck) or desperately trying to flee the redneck stereotype.
CHICAGO: never before have i seen the phrase "successful man" so much. do you have a willy and balls? there you go, you are successfully a man!
LOS ANGELES: all these guys claim to be tan, buff, tall and athletic. yuck.
SAN FRANCISCO: when did being too busy to have a social (or any) life become sexy? i don't get it. and if everyone really liked the outdoors all that much, we'd all be living in tents.
maybe i'll just enjoy the time i've got left here and throw a dart at a map the week before i leave.
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i just finished reading The Da Vinci Code. i know it was a huge hit in the states a while back, but we only just recently got a copy. Mom stayed up until three in the morning yesterday to finish it and i finished it in one very long sitting today, starting at midday and finishing at well past midnight.
it was a good thriller as thriller goes, but is anyone else bothered by the too-perfect, rather simplistic characters? it read kinda like a big budget summer movie script. -
views from aboard Tishie Mae–note the long-lingering jetplane condensation trails—Indian Guide Bert says that's a sign that overcast weather is coming. Mom enjoys her well-earned smoke break.
we went sailing yesterday, Mom, Bert, Maria and i, out into the bay and along the finger of land called Cap d'Antibes where we anchored for a lunch of mouth-lacerating baguette sandwiches. after which, i immediately fell dead asleep face down in the forward berth, not to return to consciousness until we were nearly parked, oh correction–'docked'. mental note: next time, take just ONE sea-sickness pill. -
Derek and Chewy, 7.5" x 7.5" oil on panel by Leslie Enders Lee, 2000
Ryan and Ruby, 2002
my newest copy of Bark magazine arrived today–i'm in doggy heaven. ugh, horrible pun. but look at this! a painting by Leslie Enders Lee so like this snap of Ryan and Ruby napping back in December of 2002. -
St. Patrick's Day parade crash caused injuries and mayhem in Savannah yesterday!
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Savannah, Georgia
Happy St. Patrick's Day! i don't really miss it all that much as i was exposed to such a heavy dose of the green parades and parties (and public urinating) in Savannah, which boasts the largest celebration outside of New York City.
of course, actually having Irish ancestry on my mother's side (the Quinlans, the McMullens) is something else all together. who else in the world but the Irish could be so proud of being so Catholic, so prolific, so driven to drink, and so scattered around the world by famine and destitution? ok, so there are lots of folks like that. but do they have Guinness? i think not!!
on second thought, maybe i will miss all that Guinness, and boozing and carousing with friends afterall. (though certainly not the green vomit and personally, i firmly believe that girls under the age of 30 should not be allowed to flash their tits for beads—-the prizes should go to those dragging droopy numbers about and still having the guts to bare them. as if i'd ever go bra-less! ha! i'd put an eye out if i turned 'round too quickly.) -
my sister Margaret just sent me this interesting posting from the London branch of Craig's List. think i might qualify? ha ha.
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the GPS-thingy for Tishie Mae arrived on Monday morning—you'd have thought Santa himself delivered it the way Mom danced about like a little girl. it's since been installed and the two of 'em, Mom and Bert, are like little kids with a new toy. i can't even keep up with all this thing does—compass, gps, chart plotting, sounder, speedometer, mileage, —as Mom so eloquantly puts it; "…it does everything but wipe your butt…" nice.
of course, this little bit of hi-tech gadgetry has only added to their newer, bigger, better boat fervor. the computer is occupied most nights with searches for the perfect new boat for that round the world sail.
we are so not getting an inheritance. -
this tragic mess in Madrid is so terribly sad and troubling.
