Wednesday, September 18, 2024

Postcards from Afar

Harvest moon in Berlin.  Q sent it.  I assume he is there, though I have no real knowledge of that, just the message telling me that this is Berlin.  Pretty cool.  

I got a phone call asking me if I was going out to photograph the moon last night.  I didn't.  I did go out to look at it, but I was not in the photographing mood.  

CC sent me this from Savannah.  

No message.  I assume he was out scoring some crack.  The venerable Thunderbird Inn, you know, can service many of your needs.  

And from somewhere in the midwest, I received this one.  

No message at all, just the pic.  This may not be from the midwest, actually.  She is traveling so much, I don't know where it is from.  

Everybody's somewhere else.  I've "enhanced" their phone photos a bit trying to feel I was part of the traveling process, too.  

The cleaning crew came yesterday, and last night I slept with new expensive sheets and pillowcases.  They are very heavy having a 1,200 thread count.  Very silky.  I enjoyed them very much under the potential madness of a September full moon.  I feel certain that all of you celebrated in your own way, too.  

I have a beauty appointment today and tonight I am taking my mother and her neighbors for the happy hour I had suggested.  

Envy me if you will--ha!



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