My Dear Sillies,
Here we are again with a "How the heck did this happen?!" I won't wish you one that's "Happy," because that feels empty and silly. We're looking towards a lot of unknowns and challenges. Yet that's life, right? We'll still laugh and love and eat chocolate. Right? (Unless you're allergic, in which case, you'll eat what brings you good feels.) So have a New Year that's filled with sparkly moments of joy and heart warming awe.
I love you.
I miss Dick, though. I really do.
It's almost time, my dear Sillies! Oy vey.
I'll be mostly absent here during the holiday week--when Christmas and Hanukah collide. Yippee for Christmasukah this year!
Merry Christmas, Happy Solstice, cheerful Hanukah, peaceful Kwanzaa...
Keep chocolate on hand for emergencies and non-emergencies, especially during the holidays. Love you!
Second, a bit of Jewish schooling from me to you:
Jewish babes make great lovers, so they say of me and others.
Most don't require diamonds or roses.
In the throes of passion, though, know this:
Guys should comply with impulsive outcries of
"Go down Moses!"
PS I'm just kidding, Mike. Don't take me seriously. (I do require roses and will settle for small-to-mid-sized diamonds.)
Dear Sillies,
How are you?
While I'm grateful to feel well loved and supported, I'm shocked and heart-achy. You might've seen on the news that Chico's Historic Bidwell Mansion went up in flames in the early morning hours of 12/11/24. (Even my friend in Australia, Anthony J. Langford, saw this news.) The Mansion was our city's heart, 150+ years old, visited by folks the world over, and housed mostly authentic artifacts -- nearly all ravaged.
One of my biggest honors has been portraying Annie Bidwell at community events for the past eight years. Thus, this tragedy punctures my heart as it does for so many. Nobody was hurt, and we'll persevere. What's lost is beyond precious.
What we retain, though, even more precious, especially now.
