“When you hit twenty-two, it changes the game…”
…said my friend, referring to her lucky number as we played our own “terrific” version of poker in between blood pressure readings, bed changes, and doctor’s visits.
I’m in the hospital again, sharing life’s challenges with an ill friend who, although I’ve taken pages of notes about a truly, as she would say, “sensational life,” insists she remain anonymous, as she nurtures an elegant and abiding need for privacy.
“You’re seeing the real me, Wendy, and I hope you like it; ’cause as they say, I ain’t gonna change.”
I’m away from George for a week now, in what may become several weeks, or months, on a life’s journey we both knew only I could make … and must. These are the times when one follows one’s instincts and simply tries to do the right thing.
So, no blogging from me for a while, and limited facebook interaction. It is likely that The Other Side of the Painting will hit bookstores October 1 without me. But we’ll celebrate later, and I have every intention of seeing you at confirmed dates such as the Carmel Art and Film Festival (10/9 – 10/13), Coffee and Conversation (10/16), Ogden After Hours (10/17), and the Louisiana Book Festival (11/2).
I’ll be back as soon as possible, notes in hand, sharing the life and art of George Rodrigue, with a few “sensational” vignettes on the side.
Until we meet again, blessings, good health, and happiness to you all. Oh, and in case I haven’t said it lately, I think you’re just terrific–