Dear all,
After reading the comment (from my dear cousin-in-law, the ex-spy) about the last post, I felt the urge/need to clarify: I would love to move to sunny Southern California--my health does better; the weather makes me very, very happy; and I enjoy living in a cardboard box, since that's all we'd be able to afford.
No, seriously, Southern California is a lovely place, and a place where my dear wife, M. (thanks to J.'s blog, I've decided to start using code to disguise the identities of my loved ones), is okay with (thanks, love!!!). Nevertheless, I confess that, at times, I feel like Moses, able to see the promised land but never enter into it. However, I have faith that M. and I, as long as we live right, will end up where we're supposed to be. I just hope that it's Orange County.
Of couse, there are downsides, such as the aforementioned cost of real estate, and the risk of myriad natural disasters: flash floods, flash fires, earthquakes, landslides, sinkholes, more earthquakes--heck, scientists have even bantered about the notion of a tsunami. And then there are the man-made disasters: flash fires (many of 'em are arson-related), riots, more riots, air pollution, noise pollution, zero educational funding, Hollywood.
But, so help me, I love it. We'll go wherever we're supposed to, though. If this sounds like a mission call or something, I admit that it feels that way sometimes.
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I think you, J, and M are fantastic.
Love A (or D), JE and MJ (I had to clarify from your J and M.
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