Dear Diary,
I'm so sorry, but I had to get away for just a bit. It's 11:00 p.m. and Schubert's Serenade, arranged by Liszt and played by Horowitz, just concluded on NPR. Mort Jacobson is the commentator. Vincent d'Indy's Symphony on a French Mountain Air is coming up. Right now Terrega's Memories of the Alhambra is being played on the guitar [played by Eduordo Fernandez]. I feel like crying - it is so incredibly gorgeous. Memories, yes MEMORIES of my beloved Espana! The Mediterranean influence that permeated the soul of my youth, has imprinted itself upon everything I do till this day. I cannot but be reminded of my Catholic roots and the mystery of it all. And now, I'm back to you, Dear Diary. I couldn't stay away too very long. I thought my life was over because I just discovered that SOMEONE big time lied to me. I really don't blame God. I cannot for the life of me figure how I was fooled for so long. I've lost everything, yet I have more now than I had lost. Many new friends have come into my life, and they love me - and I THEM. But I can't really see them, well not their faces anyway. I have a vision of some, like a fellow with a long nose. Like in the movie ROXANNE, with Steve Martin and Daryll Hannah. Yet --- I can see their hearts, like Grannie Grace's. My grandfolks are all departed but she's a kick-ass granma! I had to get away, DD, but I'm back already, yakking away! because I just want to tell you everything! I took a break and watched SNEAKERS with Robert Redford and Sidney Poitier. Some deal about breaking into Gov't codes and the banks, yadda yadda! Like there are evil guys out there trying to steal secrets -- yeah that's it! TOO MANY SECRETS! They were playing Scrabble. Nobody believes in conspiracy theories, do they, DD? you won't tell, will you that I have this LITTLe niggling curiosity about who's runnin the world. I was told there was a NEW WORLD SOCIETY by my church.......but who's running things? I sure cant trust the leaders of the church. Oh, i'm starting over, but I have this peace - it's incredible. Dear Diary, I pour out all my heart to you and you don't care that i dont proofread cuz normally I'm so anal about goofreader everything I put on paper. I'm sleepy. I just had to come back and sign off for the day, my dear, DEAR DIARY!
CoCo