Only the lucky grow old

The demands of real life have overtaken the need to post anything on the blog. I have been busy readying the Last Amazon and her brother for their summer vacation at Nana’s house and have not much chance to sit down and read or write much of anything. I rose on Sunday at an ungodly hour even for me only to discovered the answering machine light flashing furiously. What I heard sent me rushing to read the online local papers.

I first met Suzanne when she was a teenager before the Last Amazon was born. Suzanne was present at the Last Amazon’s first birthday party and the Last Amazon was so taken with her that she named her first birthday doll for her cousin Susan. When a byline touches your life, blogging becomes irrelevant.