And the two of us were waving and blowing kisses at our two girls, who were blowing kisses and waving back. “Your daughter?” He asked me and I said yes, “Me too,” he said, “she lives in Vancouver”. In any case, I moved, and found myself standing next to a Greek man, waving just as frantically at his daughter, who looked about the same age. He must have had a really bad day, or a miserable life. As I stood gazing at her going through security, like a watchful mother hen, an incredibly grumpy security man told me to move away (as though I was a threat to airport security, waving at my daughter, a harmless woman with tears in her eyes.) I stepped aside, blew a few more kisses and waved again, and that really pissed him off, scowling at me he told me to move far away, and pointed to a distant corner, where I could still see her through the glass wall. She’s in her 20’s, but they remain our babies forever, no matter how grown up they are. And then she went through security with her carry-on and her dog. We hugged about five more times at the entrance to security, and I reached out for just one more.
The little time we had together had been so sweet. The moment came at last when she had to check in for her next flight, and I walked her into the airport with a lump in my throat and an ache in my heart. It was just perfect, and really fun, and I was so happy I had decided to go out to the airport, and not worry about the book!! She is sooooo MUCH more important than a book, all of my kids are!!! She had the nerve to call them ‘vintage’!!! My favorite ski suits imagine that!!) She climbed into my car, and we spent an hour and a half talking and laughing and gossiping, and chuckling, and having a good time, talking about nothing in particular, and enjoying each other, and even hugging and holding hands, and trying to figure out when we can next see each other. (Even though I lent her ski clothes she made fun of!! But wore anyway. So despite the book, and my self-imposed isolation, I got dressed and went to the airport, and took the dog, and it was such a thrill to see her bounce out of the airport after her ski weekend. And book or not, there was no way I was going to miss a chance to give her a hug. But tonight she was going to be so close. When I’m free, she isn’t, or vice versa, or she gets a freelance job at the last minute (she’s a fashion stylist, consultant and editor, busy life), and it’s hard to work out. But for some reason, probably because we’re both so busy, LA is just harder to arrange. I have an easier time seeing my two daughters in NY, because I always stop there for the night, to see them, on my way back and forth to Paris. Although SF and LA aren’t very apart, between her work and mine, and my frequent trips to Paris, and all the books I write, we really have a hard time seeing each other more than once every couple of months, which just isn’t enough. I don’t see enough of her, and we love being together. Although someone else could have done it, the temptation was just too great. And suddenly tonight, after I’d started the book yesterday, I knew that someone had to take my daughter’s dog to the airport, where she had a two hour layover on her way back to LA. I plan my writing schedule long in advance). I make very rare exceptions except for emergencies (as I used to tell my secretaries, warning them not to interrupt me: that means there has to be fire or blood involved), but I usually try to plan my writing schedule when there won’t be interruptions, other obligations, or family events (I often squeeze a book between 2 kids birthdays, or write before or after a holiday like Christmas or Thanksgiving. I just lock myself up until I finish the first draft, because if I stop, I lose the thread of the book (or I think I will), so I stay home and stick with it. I don’t get dressed (I wear warm old nightgowns with sweaters over them-not a pretty sight, but cozy on cold nights), I don’t go out, I don’t see anyone, I often don’t even read phone messages. I started a book yesterday, and usually when I write, I don’t leave my office (or my home) until I finish. And tonight, someone had to meet her at the airport between two flights, to bring her dog for the trip back to LA. One of my daughters went skiing for the weekend, she lives in LA, and I volunteered to baby sit for her very elderly 15 year old dog. I just had such a sweet experience that I had to share it with you. 2/22/23, Jimmy Carter, Extraordinary Man.4/12/23, Au revoir, but not Adieu and hello on Instagram!!.
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