Postcards to a past

 Peggy,     So I went to this art show recently, (Ok, ok, she took me; I tend to shy away from shows because of my color-blindness) and I saw a piece that reminded me of all of us when we used to "get together" at your mom's house. Someone had created a pretty large piece in the spirit of, oh, shit, I'm not sure, she told me but now the name has left me, 16th or 17th century era group of nymphs or revelers kind of thing. But the artist put us in a city park occupying a picnic area kind of area, picnic tables, barbecue pits, bathrooms, that whole big gathering at a park place. I thought it was great. She didn't totally agree with me, the realism thing isn't quite her thing.     Send me the dates for your tour, so I (maybe, we) can meet you. I don't know how you go through all the business aspects and still sit at your desk every night. My imagination prevents me from pursuing a book because of it.     Yeah, old age and pain are one and th...

 Peggy,      She is gone, for a week. Conference. Am I am falling. We can video chat, but I just can't let her know that way. I know. But the feeling of it being cheating, not sincere maybe, I don't know, something like that, makes me hesitate, then just not say anything, still at the stage of not wanting to dump, reveal my garbage, on to her having a nice time. Well, by the time she finishes telling me about how much she is learning and enjoying it, it's time to hang up. So...       I understand not wanting another kid. I understand wanting another kid. So, I understand what a difficult decision she has to make. Made harder by time. You know. She knows. It will turn out fine. You take a step, then you take a step, keep going until get through to the comfort. I not very good at advice.