It’s been an interesting ride lately. It’s pretty good that my Vespa is running well and there’s no pesky Sharon Lipschutz pushing me around, but the advertising men do indeed seem to have all the lines in the hotel tied up. Those pasky advertising men, bless their hearts. I’ve been to the doctor, and she says that this just isn’t cute anymore. I agree. But she also made me promise not to head down to the beach until at least June 1st. I agreed, but you never know what I’ll do.
One thing’s for sure, I’m getting my head together, organizing my workflow, and filling in all the little blank forms with a curious smile on my face. What’s up has become down, and the whole world is turned around. I’m going to the opera, I’ll see you later if you’re awake.
Meanwhile…
read
A Perfect Day For Bananafish
By J. D. Salinger
(one of my all time favorites)
if you like.
Oh! And if you see Sharon Lipschutz about, push her into the pool and say it’s from me, would ya?
Thanks.
