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The guy in the car is saying, "My parents brought me here when I was a kid. As we were leaving, they ran into some old friends and began talking. They kept saying we were leaving, but kept talking and talking...to this day I still drive by now and then to check on them." Household Hints from A Medieval
Home Companion: A gardening tip: Raspberries and raspberry bushes are suitable for planting in March. Graft them at the waning of the moon. Here are some of my theatre reviews, if you're interested. Updated 3/10/01 WHAT I'M READING... WHAT I WATCHED... the new South
Pacific-- That's it for today!
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THE LONG GOODBYE 27 March 2001 I love Walt’s family. That would be his mother, his brother and his sister. They’re good, loving, fun people to be around. But it drives me crazy to have to say goodbye to any of them. You see, Walt’s family, for some reason or other, just can’t bring themselves to say goodbye. Over the years it has been the bane of the in-laws’ existence. It drives me nuts. It drives my sister-in-law nuts (his brother’s wife), and now I see that it is driving my daughter-in-law nuts too, as Ned seems to have acquired the family trait. I’ll have to check with Tom’s new girlfriend to see how she is about goodbyes. It’s not that they can’t say goodbye. Obviously in 35 years we’ve seen a lot or goodbyes, but good byes go on forever. We call it "Hour Baur" (Baur is Walt's mother's maiden name) It’s worse than the goodbye of a group of Latin American students, who can’t leave the house until they have hugged everyone at least once. We once had a group of Chilean students visiting in our living room and it was 30 minutes of group hugs before everyone had been hugged enough that they could bear the thought of actually leaving the room. Walt’s family isn’t big on hugs, but they are big on not quite being able to finish the last conversation. "Good bye" isn’t an end of anything, it’s the beginning of all those things that you somehow just haven’t managed to say in the last four or five hours of sitting around wondering what to say to each other. Walt’s brother’s wife, Ned’s wife and I know that when they begin saying "goodbye," it’s time for us to go into another room and sit back down again until the front door is actually opened. Actually, opening the door isn’t any guarantee either. I’ve become a very rude person. I no longer follow people out to the car when they leave because I know that it’s often a 30 minute conversation at the car before the final good bye. In the winter this can be damn cold. I remember one famous night when we all went to a restaurant together to celebrate someone’s birthday or something. Dinner was finished and the bill paid and we stood up at the table saying our goodbyes to each other. Then in a body, we moved out to the restaurant lobby where we stood in a circle continuing the goodbyes and the "last conversation." Then we finally went out the front door and stood in the parking lot for some more time saying goodbye. When we finally decided it was time to go get in our cars, we discovered that we were parked right by Walt’s brother’s car, so that was yet another conversation before we got into the cars and drove off. Lord help us if we ever get short-wave radios. I spent some time having coffee and chit chat with some friends today. Ellen expressed some concern that I was running out of magnets for this journal page. She decided I should borrow some of hers to keep the magnet segment going. MY last magnet will be tomorrow. But I've decided to continue the segment and move on to other people's magnets. I'll start with Ellen & Shelly's magnets and then move on to Ned's and who knows who else after that. One
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