Oh My Gobble, Gobble

Ok, so when was the last time you ate stuffing/dressing or whatever you personally call it? I think the last time for me was last Christmas. Why is that? I like stuffing, but I never prepare it. I suppose that would be because I eat enough of it between Turkey Day and Dec. 25 that I use up my stuffing allocation for the year. We have a big family so the last of the left-overs are gone except for one lone bowl of dressing, with the mushrooms and chili peppers sitting there waiting. Ok, so I did it and now I have made my usual vow of going on a diet tomorrow. I had this thought that if I could lose one-eighth of a pound for every time I have vowed to go on a diet tomorrow, I would be anorexic. So here I sit the stuffed with stuffing Ruth Adkins Robinson.

Invisible Me

Yesterday I was sitting with a publicist who believes she can do great things to brand me and make me more visible. The trick here is that I don't want to be visible. A long time ago, I think about the time Ray and I were running through hotel lobbies, I realized that I didn't want people to be able to recognize me on sight. Ray couldn't get anywhere for people rushing up to him to ask for his autograph. Too often, I would snap, "Please, He doesn't sign autographs." Of course not, he was blind, but that seemed impossible for so many people to believe. In fact, there are 'official autographs' of Ray Charles for sale on eBay, which are sooo not official. I think Joe Adams used to sign things and send them off. But I'm wandering. I know there are many people who seek the limelight, but not me. I just basically want to write and be left alone so I'm decling the notion to get branded. I'm the invisible Ruth Adkins Robinson.

cowards behind email

Today I learned someone had been posting malicious things about a friend of mine, even going so far as to set up a gmail account in his name. After I read through some of the posts, I realized I knew who this was. Now the dilemma is --what do I do about it? Do I let her know that I know? Do I expose her to our friends? Do I tell him? Now I love the internet but suddenly, coldly, I realize how dangerous it can be. I'm a big girl and can take what comes --face to face, but how do fight a bundle of anonymous lies like this bitter old two faced woman is posting? What if she turns her vitroil towards me, hiding behind the blinking cursor like the coward she is. Anybody got an ideas on this one?