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Alan Colmes

Hi everyone,

For those of you who are interested, Alan Colmes (Fox News Radio) has graciously invited me to on his show this Wednesday night, May 2nd, at around 8 pm PST to talk about Gemma and whatnot. 

A shout out to the fabulous Tooraj Kavoussi for arranging it.

On another front, we have done our final haul with the movers!  Phew!  It has been a month of boxes, packing and unpacking, hauling furniture this way and that, and today we finished!  HURRAY!  My time is my own now.  To squander recklessly, or gently savor, anything goes.  The main thing is we are done, done, DONE! 

The movers were very sweet.  Used the same guys for all three moves.  Starting to feel like family, seeing them so much this month.  Made them some of my hot coffee cake this morning, hot tea and coffee and they ate it pipping hot, steam rising.  It was raining.  Oddly cold weather for the final gasps of May.  One has an Uncle who apparently does a mean smoked salmon and he wanted to send us some.  Very sweet boys. 

And yes, I know they are probably in their mid-to-late twenties, but I’ve gotten to the age where young men in their mid-to-late twenties seem like boys to me.  Grown men/boys.  One of them even has two small children of his own running around at home.  But it’s like when I see their grown-up faces I’m also seeing/imagining their child’s faces as well.  Probably because they aren’t so much older than my own children and it seems like just yesterday that they were all living at home.  Tumbling out of their bedrooms sleepy-eyed, pajama clad.

Those times seem closer than usual this last month.  Probably from sorting through all the pictures and boxes of memories, finding homes for the plates and coffee mugs and art projects that they made when they were young.