The next magnets
belong to the fridge of my friend Olivia
This is from O's trip to
(I have the same magnet on my fridge)
What do you think about the Salvation
Talk about it here.
Read the forum that was banned by one
reader's office computer because it has "sexual
content." I must be having more fun than I thought!
WHAT I'M READING...
visiting with family tonight
Pictures from the Pride March
in SF are now up at Club
Photo, as are the photos from our weekend in
That's it for today!
13 July 2001
Boring Alert here!!! This will NOT be a scintillating
entry. I have no time to even think about it, so you have
The car pulled off the freeway around about the old Nut
Tree in Vacaville this evening. It was 11 p.m., a tape of
The Producers had been playing since we left
Petaluma an hour before, and Walt was nodding off. It was
time to change drivers.
I think about all the trips we have taken over the years
and all the driver switches weíve made in the middle
of the night on lonely roads while the traffic whizzes by
somewhere off in the distance.
In our youth, we would do dumb things like driving to LA
for a party and driving home at the end of the party
(nothing at all sensible like flying off to Cincinnati
for the weekend to see a show we already know inside out,
backwards and forwards. No--we are much more mature
The worst trip I remember was back in the early 60s when
we drove to LA for a New Yearís eve party. Walt
still had his old Rambler
then, and we werenít married yet. The Rambler was an
incredible car that would go forever on a tank of gas,
but could only make it 50 miles on a quart of oil.
We drove to LA with a case of motor oil in the back seat
and the ride home was so awful. We were both exhausted
and we would drive until it was time to add more oil and
then switch drivers. Iíll tell ya, on my legs, that
car would stop at 50 miles on the dot. I wouldnít
even drive another .1 mile if I could help it.
Tonight was just plain stupid. Here we are, unpacked,
planning to leave the house at 4:30 in the morning to go
to the airport to catch our 6 a.m. flight for Cincinnati
(via Houston) and instead of staying home tonight and
packing, we drove to Waltís brotherís house to
see the Irish relatives, who are in town briefly.
I love these folks--Siobhan and Peter and two of their
three kids, 19 year old Simon and 11 year old Zoe.
Lindsay, who is between them in age, is off dancing with
the ballet in Monaco.
Siobhan and Peter had been here in September,
but the kids hadnít come yet, so it was nice to see
them again. The last we saw of them was in Ireland
several years ago. Theyíve grown up since.
It was a lovely dinner and we thoroughly enjoyed visiting
with the relatives, and seeing Waltís brother and
sister-in-lawís photos of Tomís birthday barbecue and their recent trip to New York.
But we suddenly realized it was 10 p.m. and how much we
still had to do before we were even remotely ready to be
leaving the house--and that we had to leave the house
well before the crack of dawn.
Walt is upstairs packing and as soon as Iíve posted
this, Iím going to iron a couple of dresses (shhh...donít
tell Peggy) , throw them in a suitcase and call it
ďpacked.Ē Iím always so horrendously
disorganized for trips like this.
Itís not like weíre going to outer Mongolia. Or
that weíre going to be gone for months. Itís
only 4 days and Iím sure that if Iíve forgotten
anything, I can easily find it in Cincinnati. The main
thing is to see The Last Session, to meet some
more of the people from the TLS list, and renew
acquaintance with friends from the group whom we already
And now itís time to go iron. I hope I remember how.
(yes, this is boring. Donít forget--you were
A friend Indeed
(a tribute to my friend Gilbert Russak)