Does anybody have any idea what these characters - Thespia, Dweez, Pippa, Trey, BellaDonna, Hale and Hardy - should do next? Should somebody abandon the glitzy world of professional toil and begin farming squab for sale to restaurants in old chateaux? Dweez could maybe become a Survival participant in some benevolent climate like Antarctica and come back an also-ran with a couple of sea turtles to keep in his bathtub. Or, no, Dweez doesn't like pets unless they exist in virtual reality and never need to be fed or tended. Would he make an exception for turtles? Thespia could take up in-line skate dancing and relocate to Venice Beach, with a little sideline in crocheted, fingerless gloves. Or maybe she and Trey could trade jobs. Thes would be the doc and Trey would be the Teach. BD might take up skydiving in stripper garb, peeling off stockings and g-strings during her descents.
Pippa, Hale and Hardy will grow up, whether we want them to or not. Not so long ago, Hale was a teeny boy clutching his Dad's fingers as they stood at the edge of the Pacific Ocean. Now he is big and morose and probably listens to misogynist music on his iPod. Hardy is good at mechanical stuff and jokes. Pippa is her sturdy, funny, delightful self and I hope it takes forever for her to turn into a teenager. Maybe she could skip it altogether. Or should she go to boarding school in the Alps and learn how to suffer fools gladly?
Would I want to know what lies ahead for the kids and grands? At this point, only if it was good. Sorrow has been hanging around like oil-based spray. If I could know that some generous measures of joy were heading the way of my family, then, yeah, I'd want to know. Otherwise, let it roll and we'll cope, just like always.
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