I think it might be overly generous to call what follows here “musings,” and I wouldn’t even begin to feel cheeky enough to label them “My attempts to create a one-off homage to the late Andy Rooney of 60 Minutes.” Let’s just go with calling this all “a mishmash of stuff,” shall we? I was…
I should start off with the admission that this post will probably be shorter than my previous ones, largely because I can only bear so much self-inflicted shame before I have to shut off my computer, pour a huge glass of wine, and retreat to the shelter of my couch to watch a marathon of…
Okay, so, I’m thinking maybe we alternate the Precious Pets Past and Present Posts (wherein I reflect on the beloved cats and dogs that are and have been in my family, and also pause to go nuts over the sublime delights of alliteration) with posts about different subjects to, you know, vary the tone and…
Meet Lala Pettibone, a forty-something widow whose outrageous antics befit women half her age. When Lala leaves her beloved New York City to relocate to a whole other Manhattan on the opposite side of the country, she’s less than thrilled. But good things come her way in sunny California, including inspiration to finish writing an uproarious book based on her own delightfully ridiculous adventures.
Lala Pettibone’s Act Two is a wonderfully hilarious, second-coming-of-age-novel.
An Excerpt: Lala and her beloved Auntie Geraldine, mourning the passage of one of Lala's precious rescued senior dogs. (P.S. To anyone who has met him, it should be obvious that Yootza is based on Tom's and my own dear Chester, who is, mercifully, still with us...)
“Oh, Auntie Geraldine, I miss him.”
“Yup,” Geraldine said. “His absence is profound.”
“He was such a dear little grump. I’m thinking I’m going to up the ante on trying to put more joy in the world. In his grumpy little bastard honor.”
“Atta girl,” Geraldine said. She dabbed at her eyes with the end of her robe’s sash. “You know, I get the feeling he’s watching from Grumpy Little Bastard Heaven, and I think he’s really happy, Lala.”
They nodded and sipped their drinks. They paused, letting themselves enjoy the warm California sunshine, each savoring a special memory of Yootza.
Lala was reliving the first moment she saw Yootza at the shelter in New York City and his pronounced, crooked underbite immediately stole her heart.
Geraldine was recalling that funny, adorable, terrifying time Yootza mistook her left index finger for a Snausage.