June 2, 2010
To sit and lounge in the summer sun is but a pleasure. To be surrounded by one's friends is yet more so. As I sit and lounge with my loved-ones, beneath this shading tree, I thank whomever may be listening that I am here and I am so. Thank you for this life I live when others may not. Thank you for these words I write when others may not. Thank you for these voices I hear when others may not. But please send me a waiter with a cool drink or two, and then I may be perfect.