Who's Trading What?

Good morning, Amanda.

Forgive me in advance if this doesn't come out as a cohesive narrative. I'm on a free period and wanted to respond not only to your last entry in general, but to a few items in particular, but it's a race against the clock/bell schedule. For one, it sounds like you had a good weekend too. I, likewise, could hear happiness in your voice. Which, of course, makes me happy. How is C doing? Where is she living these days? Working? How did the kebabs come out?

Great story about M joining the G-S alliance. Whether he is doing it entirely to support kids who are voiceless and bullied, or because he is struggling with his own issues, it speaks volumes about his maturity, and about you. I think that's awesome. I'm glad you got to spend some time with him and walk away feeling proud.

What is this Trader Vics? Is it a west coast thing? Something like Trader Joe's? I suppose I can Google it, and probably will, but it's not the first time you mentioned it. Anyway, I do love my wine, but am a sucker for a good cocktail as well. In fact, I carried on once with J about how supermarkets should pretty much just go ahead and rename the soda aisle "Mixers."

I am a total sucker, so I did get teary when I heard about Paul Newman. W had control of the clicker, however, so I didn't get sucked into any montages which would have made me cry. I do hope to catch some stories about him tonight, though, so I'll probably catch up. I cried for days when Tim Russert died. My brother in law called and told me while I was sitting by the pool (he knew I loved him) and I started bawling. I couldn't even talk about his death or any of the footage or tributes without crying, never mind watch those things, which I did. Funny how strangers can feel so close to us, how we can feel so bereft when they pass.

Time for the mad dash to the microwave for my 1o:26 lunch. Hope you have a good day.

Love, Barb