An ongoing quest for the meaning of life. Does true happiness exist in a Tory Burch turquoise-trimmed sheath, a MarieBelle Dark Chocolate Croquette bar, a rose garden, a rocky Maine beach, a daughter's eyes, an inky star-sprinkled sky, hours of computer keystrokes that tell a story--or all of the above?
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Sunday, December 15, 2013
White Christmas
It's 2 a.m. and I want to write about George and Lydia's annual Christmas party--this year's theme, picked long ago, was White Christmas. And the snow came tumbling down. But we just walked home [it's 4 houses away] and so I'll have to postpone til tomorrow...because Punch will be up in 6 hours. I can't wait to describe the white clothes, white drinks, white goodies. Good night.
How elegant....and well timed!!!!
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