When I first heard that Anne Lamott (my favorite author) wrote a new book about being a grandmother (Some Assembly Required), I got excited like a five-year-old on sugar on December 23.
I bought the book, but waited a few days to read it. It was dark chocolate with toffee bits waiting in the chair in my room. I prolonged the anticipation. I wanted to slowly and lovingly savor and devour it.
As I read, I underlined the good parts with a turquoise-ink pen. (I think Anne would like that.) There’s a lot of turquoise underlining in my book.
I know Anne and I are good friends because we think each other’s thoughts and then put them in words for others to read.
Bonnie Raitt has a new CD (Slipstream) out, her first in 7 years. She is my other imaginary friend.
In my imagination we are buddies chatting at a sidewalk cafe on top of a hill near San Francisco with a view of the water. Wine and coffee are not good for any of us anymore, so we drink tea. We do eat, each of us, a decadent pastry.
All three of us–Anne and Bonnie and me–with our crazy hair, are having the best time laughing and telling stories.
Want to come with me?
link to Bonnie Raitt: www.bonnieraitt.com
link to Anne Lamott: CNN interview
Amma Ponders 