I forgot to mention Lin, and the mysterious plan. I turn 70 on February 13th and Lin has told me that a surprise is coming. She was the woman who got me into a Spitfire! What could she possibly do? She's been working for a year! Holy Cow! I told her after the Spitfire to simply give up. She could never come close again. There is nothing more that I can conceive of doing when my Spitfire fantasy has already been fulfilled. I am not crazy enough to go farther or faster or more dangerously in an airplane, or in a sports car, any faster or more dangerously than I can already go in Torshia.... 571 HP, 527 foot pounds!
But she's got something going, and I know that a bunch of people have been invited to something, because while she was visiting Becky in Corte Madera, a deliciously printed envelope sent to a doctor friend, was returned as, "moved, no address." It was one of those over-sized envelopes, printed by calligraphy. You'd think it was a wedding or something really special. Despite all my complaining, I'm not retiring. Not yet. So what's going on, here.
She says it's something different. This from a woman who once tried to get Michael Chang to play tennis with me for my 55th (?) birthday and another surprise party.
I know that my kids are coming, including Laurie, from Nebraska, and she'll only be staying a short time. Lin is making noises as though she's going to be taking me to Canada for something. I don't believe that for a moment. She wants me to beg her to tell me what's going on, or ask for a hint, but I won't do that. I only know that I'm taking off from the 2nd to the 12th, and, as luck would have it, I resume work on the actual day, the 13th!
So, with good intentions, at least, I'll keep writing.