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I had THE most fabulous & relaxing weekend at my “weekend” house in Napa. Pedro, the gardener/repairman/cleaner/chef does a fine job of keeping the place in tip-top condition. Don’t misunderstand, I’m not a leach…I do my part. A mere 30 minutes after arriving I put myself to work. Do you think the pool circulates itself?? Not only do I personally circulate the pool (sometimes 4-5 times/weekend), I’m also President and CEO of the Pool Circulating Club…Thankyouverymuch.
Along with pool circulating I did expand my chore list by picking some apples. Sure, Pedro picked about 1 1/2 buckets to my 1/2 bucket, but he’s a pro. I had a little trouble getting used to the old-fashioned apple picker…I got conked in the head a few times by falling apples. Clearly my feet belong in the pool and not under the apple tree.
I took these while I was out for a walk this morning. Looks like it’s going to be another beautiful day in San Francisco. And to maintain the illusion of this perfect, beautiful morning I left out the picture of the homeless man passed out in front of Walgreens. You’re welcome!
As I kid I watched Happy Days and Gilligan’s Island EVERY DAY. I think I’ve seen every episode of each series and some multiple times. The creator of these shows, Sherwood Schwartz, passed away this week at the age of 94. He left behind the most lovely letter to his family, friends, and fans and I just had to share it.
A Conversation at the Gates
One day in the not to distant future, I will find myself standing in front of the Pearly Gates.
A pleasant voice calls out, “Who’s there?”
“Sherwood Schwartz,” I answer.
“One moment,” says the Voice. “I have lots of Schwartzes on my list. Did you say Sherwood?”
“Yes, Sherwood Schwartz. I was born November 14, 1916. My parents were Rose and Herman Schwartz.”
“Yes, yes, I have it right here. Your parents love you very much.”
“I loved them very much as well. I lived with the until I got married.”
“To Mildred, according to my records,” says the Voice.
“Yes. I never believed in love at first sight until I met Mildred. I always thought ‘Love at first sight’ was just poetic babble.”
“That’s what they all say until it happens to them.”
“I loved Mildred with all my heart for over sixty-nine years. I’m sure she loved me as much as I loved her.”
“She did,” says the Voice. “And you had four children, Donald, Lloyd, Ross, and Hope.”
“Four wonderful children,” I couldn’t help adding.
“All of them quite different, but all of them talented, and hard-working. I’m pleased I was able to watch each of them reach certain goals.”
“You sound very proud of them,” says the Voice.
“Mildred and I were always very proud. We took good care of them when we were young, and they took good care of us when we got old.”
“I see they each have two children; Donald two girls, Lloyd two boys, Ross two girls, and Hope two girls.”
“All of them talented and industrious, like their parents,” I say. “All well-educated in different professions: Medicine, Law, and Entertainment.”
“I see you also have four great grandchildren. Two great granddaughters, and two great grandsons.”
I say, “You keep very good records.”
“I have to,” says the Voice. “People keep coming and going all the time. You’ve been pretty busy yourself. After college you started writing and you never stopped.”
“That’s because writing isn’t a profession; it’s a disease. And it’s accompanied by a disease that’s even worse, rewriting.”
“I know all about that,” says the Voice. “You’re not the first writer to knock on my gate. But at least you were successful. Many writers are not.”
“That’s true. I’ve been well-rewarded with plenty of money for me, for my family, and for my many charities.”
“A good life I would say,” says the Voice, “With plenty of awards and honors.”
“And plenty of hard knocks from critics,” I reply.
“That comes with the territory,” says the Voice. “But you’ve had lots of compensation. Not just money; thousands of fan letters you’ve received from people all over the world, thanking you for entertaining them with words that brought them a smile or a laugh, sometimes when they needed it most.”
Then the Voice continues apologetically, “I didn’t mean to keep you waiting outside the gate. Go ahead: Ask.”
Ask what they all want to know when they knock at my gate: Am I going to heaven or not?”
“That’s what I was going to ask when I got here,” I say. “Then I suddenly realized something when we talked. Heaven is where I’ve been since the day I was born.”
A fond farewell,
I need a little bit more time to put together a recap of this weekend and how much it meant to me. Amazing comaraderie with the team, above and beyond support of family & friends, AND an i-need-a-pack-of-tissues surprise!!!!!!!!! In the meantime, I thought I’d share a pic of me (#6) at today’s mile 6 marker. Technically, it was mile 29 of the 39.3 miles.