What’s the difference between a white lie and a lie? It seems to me that a white lie is like alternative facts. Can people be so stupid that they believe that facts and alternative facts, or a lie and a white lie are actually the same? Maybe so. Maybe not. As a person who teaches the importance of the meaning of words, its either sad or pathetic — not the same but equally upsetting.
On a sunnier note. Joe and Alisha, whose poodle MJ was Tyrone’s short term girlfriend left this morning. They had been at Ryder Cup Circle for a month. The dogs bonded, and they were such nice people it was lovely to talk to them. They said they were leaving at 9am so we made our way 500 feet to their condo for the doggies to bid one another a farewell and quick poop. It was just adorable. We did not say let’s keep in touch or trade e-mails. It was a simple, “enjoyed the time we spent together”, a little hug and goodbye. It was really nice and very honest. We both knew the likelihood of getting together sometime in the spring, summer, or fall was little or none. And that was OK with all of us.
On an even happier note, I had such with a longtime dear friend. Before I started this blob, I checked to see if I had told my Fred story before which was so good it was impossible to believe that I hadn’t but it was unfindable so here it is either again or for the first time. The category it belongs in is either most thoughtful, most romantic or best first date ever. It is almost impossible to remember how we met but we both agreed that it was an intro by our mutual friend and later Ambassador to Chile, Gabriel Guerra. It was sometime in the late 70’s. Washington DC was a much different place then than now. The media, campaign staff and security all came to Washington at the same time. We were, if not friends, always happy to see one another at a party or an event, some at the White House. Whatever the Carter’s were in terms of governing, they were generous about inviting staff— not even senior, to the White House and the Kennedy Center for holidays and events. One of the most exciting times was when the Kennedy Center honors was created. The Carter political appointees were asked to be escorts for the honorees. I was asked to escort my tap hero, Fred Astaire. He told me stories about the old movies and he asked me if I wanted to dance. Be still my heart. Yes, of course I did.
Back to the best date. Having had no discussion about where we would go — movies, dinner, bowling, when Fred picked me up he said that our destination would be a surprise. So, you can imagine my surprise when we arrived at the now defunct EJ Korvettes. This was a store much like Walmart. We parked. He handed me $5 and told me that we should each buy presents for one another not to exceed $5. It was hilarious. I wish I could remember what we purchased. Not that it matters but the store was hardly what one would call upscale. Another evening, we went out for a very simple supper, and had nothing but fun from that day until Fred moved to NYC for a big TV job. Oh well, life. You can’t live with it and you can’t live without it. ( What the hell does that mean?)
It looks like the investigation about the Trump Administration involvement with the Russians …. Hold up. Why am I ruining this perfectly lovely blob with any mention of the evil Trump. Not going to happen. David is on his way home from South Korea. Haven’t seen him for much too long but, husbands — can’t live with them and can’t live without them. Probably, I think.
We’re just sayin’...Iris
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