Dear ANC friends, foes, etc.
I have been a bit obvious by my silence over the past three months. Some of you may have wondered to whence I may have wandered. I know, I know . . most of you hadn’t noticed, and a few of you probably let out a sigh of relief and basked in the quiet.
Alas, no more . .. I could quote Mr. Nicholson, but I’ll spare you.
Some of you might have heard of my extended 2 ½ month stay at what I have come to affectionately call the Stanford Hospital Spa. Alas, one would think that they could better on their facials . . . . they left me looking like I’m 82 years old, for heaven’s sake! Can’t say much for their massages either; however, I can highly recommend their resuscitation skills. I “enjoyed” that experience twice. . . .
BUT I’M STILL HERE . . . . a bit the worse for wear. I’m quite disappointed that my recovery skills are not at all the same as when I has 42 or eve 62. . . . but am home, FINALLY, and I am gaining ground.
As that Sondheim song says:
Good times and bum times,
I’ve seen them all, an my dear . . .
I’m still here.
Plush velvet sometimes,
Sometimes just pretzels and beer,
But I’m here!
Much love to my community of the greater Redding area.
(Note from Doni: Anyone who’d like to send A.J. a card may address it to her in care of me at P.O. Box 990644, Redding, CA 96099.)