and birthdays and anniversaries passed.......

simultaneously.......

in concert with tragic losses and car wrecks and picnics in central park.....

and THEY raced, on blades, through the irises and lilies and garage sales......

and middle earth showed its teeth, whilst the fairies continued to segue

into deep tales of Indian carpets and glitter and magical hookahs and

key lime pies .......:}

and rest totally assured, my friends.....

that poetic justice was imminent....palpable almost......

for the air was thick with emotion and political rhetoric and pink candles.....

and the children were packing their steamer trunks,

as parents yodeled and yelped in anticipation and fear........

and they baked a cake, made of 'unrest' and chocolate pudding and

flour less wonder.....

and she was off !!!!

on her next CRAZY ADVENTURE !!!

as the concierge in the palace of 'disjointed disclaimer' ordered

the first class tickets to PARADISE......

and, of course, as she turned the corner on the Harley,

she grinned and waved and bid each and every one of them......

"SHABBAT SHALOM"....