I have the best daughter! She and beau-Jeremy sent beautiful pinkish-peach roses and luxurious bath gear for Mother’s Day, and we talked for well over an hour on the telephone yesterday, catching up. She’s a writer, too, so we always talk shop and sometimes commiserate, I admit.
Wendy is wonderful for many reasons–she was a sensitive, creative child–once, at about nine years of age, she put on a black nighty of mine, placed an advent wreath on her head, and danced around the kitchen until I was laughing so hard, I cried. (It was a time in my life when I needed a laugh.)
She loves animals–always adopts. Her cat, Quintan, of undetermined age, has been with her since she attended theatre school in New York many moons ago. He has to have an IV once a week, administered by the stalwart Jeremy, but is otherwise amazingly healthy for such an elderly gentleman. She is still mourning the passing of her 11 year old dog, Bailey; he’s been gone for nearly a year now but of course lives in our hearts and memories. He was such a sweet soul.
Wendy and I are close, as you might already have ascertained. My birthday is coming up in a month, and she’s giving me two great presents. The first, what I most wished for, is a visit. The second, brace yourself, is an adventure and the fulfillment of an old dream. I’m going to be a top-gun! Going up in a fighter jet, with a trained ace, naturally, where I will learn to dog-fight!
Surprised? When asked what I would be if I could be anything at all, my answer is always, “A Jedi knight.” I am thrilled with this gift, but even more, I am touched that my daughter remembers it and is taking steps to make it come true. For one day, I will be an ace. There will be a video taken, inside the cockpit, and by hook or by crook, I will get that up on the website so you can participate, too. It doesn’t happen until August, though, so you’ll have to be patient. And so will I.