I wake up realizing that completely absent from my mind when I wrote yesterday’s post was the fact that Sam was born on our anniversary. It seems impossible I could ever forget that.
1994: We all go skiing except Sam. Cal’s mother and the housekeeper take turns staying with him. I buy my own car phone at Cellular One. My grandmother has a stroke. Every Tuesday Sam and I visit her in Atlanta. Sometimes we drive around so she can see the world. In June I head to Paris again, but I have no memory of this trip except watching OJ fleeing in his white Bronco. Most days I stay in Umbros and a t-shirt. For the children to go outside, they need me. Amandah and I walk and talk our way around the park whenever we can. Jack starts kindergarten. These are the days I think will never end. No World Series–the players are on strike. For the second year in a row, I go to Sarasota in November for the French Film Festival–Jacqueline Bisset was there last year. My mother and I go to the films together. I collect autographs in my program. In November Hell Freezes Over.