Lois Keeps Talking
Thank God! I have had visions of you buried under a snowdrift in your usual winter wear—a denim jacket and open-toed shoes!
As far as your starting a blog or reality show, please remember that Daddy prefers to fly under the radar—although he talks all the time, he would be picked up by sonar.Not to mention the fact that just putting on his TV makeup and dressing him in a suitable ensemble would be a reality show in itself. He said to let you know that we walk, swim, watch TV, eat, watch some more TV and sleep until the next day.
Today, he went nuts when I said “Hola” to a little boy. He realizes that I am desperate for a random conversation and fears that I will trap the child and the mother will have to have me arrested. As we were leaving the pool, I could hear her singing “Itsy Bitsy Spider” to him. Do I have to tell you what self-control I had to exercise to avoid going back and joining in with appropriate hand gestures. I might not have been able to sing it in Spanish, but I could have done wonders with my hand gestures.
We are getting the New Yorker on the Kindle. I read the piece on Scientology. Nuts gone wild!
We had dinner last night in a not so hot neighborhood. We had to climb up several flights of stairs to get to the dining room—this after the cab that took us there seemed to be going a very strange way. After dinner, they called a cab to take us back home. Daddy walked down the stairs to wait for the cab. I was making my way down the stairs at my usual snailish pace when the waiter (who looked like Nathan Lane) rushed out shouting “Peligroso” and motioning to me to get Daddy to come back upstairs. I misunderstood the rest of what the guy said and for some reason thought he was telling us that he had a secret exit through the back of the building where a cab was waiting for us. Dad came back up, since I yelled my misinformation to him. Of course, all the waiter was saying was that it was dangerous to stand in the street and we should wait until the cab arrive and then go out. Daddy was mucho pissed.
Of course, I am prancing around wearing these $25 pieces of jewelry. Everywhere we go, Daddy points to the other women in the room to let me know that no one is wearing as much as I am. Oh, well. Despite the time zone, etc. not much changes.
Tomorrow, Susie arrives. We are going to take a drive into the Pampas. Dad told me to inform you that if we get kidnapped and you are contacted, just leave us there. I’m sure he feels that he can work his charms on any kidnappers.
Daddy has just moved on to the “Danger Above” level of Angry Birds. Oh, yes. I think I dissuaded him from renting in Florida next year instead of returning to BA. I told him that if he’s afraid of my talking to strangers in a language that I can’t speak, imagine what would happen with me and the yentas in Miami Beach. I pointed out that I am a yenta magnet, after all.
Be well, toots. Love to Matt and tell him I say “Thanks for keeping you out of N. Korea.” What are you thinking!
