Re: Eating, what is that?
Okay, Dana--I'm going to say it again--YOU OUGHT TO BE WRITING A BOOK! Listen to me--you have a gift for writing. So, tell me, why aren't you using that gift? I know I promised you that I'd lay off, but I simply cannot help myself. I see the pictures as you write.
LA??? Oh, my gosh. And did you do what you wanted in HWood? My mom went to--it was either Hollywood High or BeverlyHills High. And my grandmother was a movie extra and sewed for--oh, I can see her face. She was a HWood designer. Black hair. Always wore black glasses so you couldn't see her eyes. Was it Coco Chanel? I forget. But my mother was adopted, and her biological mother was Jean Harlow. Do you know who she was? So I was raised always hearing stories about the old movies. And the stars in them. And every once in awhile I'd get to see my grandmother--not the Harlow one--she was in the movies all the time--but the grandmother who raised us--in a dancing scene or something. I have an affinity for Hollywood. It's true.
Tell me more about why you were there--if you're comfortable doing so...
I sort of felt last night that my writing back to you would be helpful and keep you out of something you shouldn't have gotten into...
And I used to be a vegetarian.
And I'm just about down from the high of the 'intensive' I went to. Ron Roth. Do you know who he is? It was four days of spiritual. I've not done anything re listening to someone else before. All I have needed has been taught to me in other ways. But I am glad I went now. I was in the midst of other people who are like me. It was comforting--no, it was reassuring and then comforting.
Okay, your turn...it's desert windy here today. I love it with the heat--not too hot, not too cold--it's just right. aka Goldie Locks and the Three Bears. I'll be darned.