Anyway, dear, I hope you know this is Ben, of Ben and Jean, your long-lost buds from up Pennsy way. We're stil hangin' in. Jean's on the downslope of her last year of teaching; she retires in June. (Remind me to tell you about May 20). I'm still doing the ad thing...wish **I** were retiring, but that's life. Our son's 29, about to be unmarried, very creative, incredibly interesting, totally unfocused and unfortunately flush from the inheritance he got from Jean's Dad. Hope his financial advisor is convincing. What else, what else...oh, yeah, Jean bought me a Yamaha Morphous for Yule. Like a Honda Helix, only weirder if that's possible. George Jetson would feel right at home. A plus: this frees up the Vespa for her to take the two-wheel plunge if she chooses.
I'll soon be setting up a website of my own--a poetry-for-hire business. I dunno about this blog thing--it interests me but I'm such a computo-nincompoop I don't think I could figure out how to set one up.
All the "other stuff" you know about us remains semi-the same; less of this, more of that, quality not quantity. Is this a sign of age?
My Dad lives, at age 90. He wants to stay in his house (which is actually mine now). I say "What the hell?" He's doing OK so far, plus he has a girlfriend. She propositioned him in the greeting line at my Mom's viewing. No shit.
So, anyway, I have you bookmarked. Next best thing to seeing you and Brian again--which I dearly, truly, hope will happen someday that isn't too far from today. Hugs. Kisses.
You sweet thing (times 2, of course, for Jean) you found me!
Hugs & kisses all around!
You two are in my thoughts more than you can know & I hope we can get together soon too! AND I have a wonderful trip to tell you about & to see if maybe you can come with us next year ~ you would LOVE it!
I would be...amber
Date: 2/3/06 04:22 am (UTC)Anyway, dear, I hope you know this is Ben, of Ben and Jean, your long-lost buds from up Pennsy way. We're stil hangin' in. Jean's on the downslope of her last year of teaching; she retires in June. (Remind me to tell you about May 20). I'm still doing the ad thing...wish **I** were retiring, but that's life. Our son's 29, about to be unmarried, very creative, incredibly interesting, totally unfocused and unfortunately flush from the inheritance he got from Jean's Dad. Hope his financial advisor is convincing. What else, what else...oh, yeah, Jean bought me a Yamaha Morphous for Yule. Like a Honda Helix, only weirder if that's possible. George Jetson would feel right at home. A plus: this frees up the Vespa for her to take the two-wheel plunge if she chooses.
I'll soon be setting up a website of my own--a poetry-for-hire business. I dunno about this blog thing--it interests me but I'm such a computo-nincompoop I don't think I could figure out how to set one up.
All the "other stuff" you know about us remains semi-the same; less of this, more of that, quality not quantity. Is this a sign of age?
My Dad lives, at age 90. He wants to stay in his house (which is actually mine now). I say "What the hell?" He's doing OK so far, plus he has a girlfriend. She propositioned him in the greeting line at my Mom's viewing. No shit.
So, anyway, I have you bookmarked. Next best thing to seeing you and Brian again--which I dearly, truly, hope will happen someday that isn't too far from today. Hugs. Kisses.
WOOHOO
Date: 2/6/06 05:36 am (UTC)Hugs & kisses all around!
You two are in my thoughts more than you can know & I hope we can get together soon too! AND I have a wonderful trip to tell you about & to see if maybe you can come with us next year ~ you would LOVE it!