As far as I’m concerned, the funniest (saddest?) story of the week featured Lawrence Ripple, age 70, of Kansas City, who, according to various news reports, walked into a bank with a note that read, ‘I have a gun, give me money,’ and after receiving the cash, calmly waited for police.
I'm Just Saying
Generally, I’m very happy to have grown up in the generation into which I was born. While the suburbs were encroaching, there were still large swaths of open, rural area in the North Georgia community where I grew up.
Hasn’t this past week been exquisite? The foothills, cloaked in white, sparkling beneath the winter sun, the open fields under a soft, becoming mantle of snow…how lovely it has been to watch the trees bow down, heavily laden, the cardinals darting to and from the bird feeders.
This past week in the news, as seemingly each week, there was another report of what has been dubbed, ‘air rage,’ when yet another flight was forced to divert, this time, to New Zealand, because of an unruly passenger.
Never have I been so grateful not to be touring full time, anymore.
Until recently, I’ve never truly experienced a compulsive addiction, except for horses, so it’s a little frightening to be visiting the dark side of an area that I can already see potentially degenerating into the dissolution of relationships, health and financial stability.
My mother might not have had the chiseled body of Madonna, but man o’ man, in her prime, she had a forearm like Popeye. She had to — in order to tackle her yearly holiday cakes.
I don’t know about you, but nothing says Merry Christmas more to me than being left a big ol’ mason jar of peach ‘clear’ on my front deck, along with instructions scrawled on cardboard, “BE CAREFULL.”
Another reason not to cut education funding.
Every now and then, I need a little pick me up. Are you with me?
Should I describe having telephoned someone I tend to say, “I called you.” And when I email or dust off my quill and inkpot to send a handwritten note, I would say, “I wrote you.” Same thing goes for even an abbreviated text.
But for some reason, it’s now referred to as ‘reaching out.’’
The whole adventure began with a last minute call from my agent.
“You’re needed in New York,” he began.
“Am I being considered for Attorney General?!” I squeaked.