Hello

I just typed that “hello” up there without thinking. I should have thought because the image that popped into my head right afterward was that of the bag lady character in Housesitter with Steve Martin and Goldy Hawn. Martin first sees her digging in a trashcan outside a restaurant in New York; she looks up and sings out a “hellloooo.” Then, when his pretend wife, played by Goldy Hawn, needs parents she recruits this woman for her mother. Martin can’t place her until he sees her outside his house in party dress in his trashcan. She looks up, sings “helllooo” and he, as only Steve Martin can, responds with a drawn out “Oh  . . . . My  . . . .  God.”

I believe I should have just deleted the “hello” title, rather than delve into that paragraph of explanation, but, hey, you know me.

I took a couple of people to Fort Wayne yesterday for appointments and today I am doing the same. So it’s a deja vu day. Today, though, the appointments are long ones so I am going to charge up the macbook and read while waiting. It’s supposed to be fairly cool, so I will probably sit in the backseat with my feet propped up and when anyone goes by the window, I will smile and say, “Hellllloooooo.”