My childhood friend, Diana Dunn Coe, has moved to New Mexico, near Santa Fe, and she came to go riding with me and have lunch. When I first moved from California to Greenwich, Conn. at age 10, Diana became my best friend. We were both into horses and she got me into hunting/jumping. I was with her, at her house, during some pretty targic and difficult times. I found shelter there. I write about her in my memoirs. I had not seen her in 60 years when, in one of those coincidences that both she and I consider miracles, I found her again in Colorado and interviewed her for the book. Then we didn’t hear from each other for another 7 years or so and now she’s moved to NM and we have reconnected. I interviewed her for my new book. She brought me a photo of the 2 of us at age age 11 years and we posed here in the exact same position 60 years later on the lawn after our lunch and 2 1/2 hour horse back ride.
Yesterday I went fishing. They weren’t biting as much as I expected but I caught 7 or so. 2 were in the 16” range and 1 was 19”. It had been Waaaay too long since I last fished here. I used to do it all the time. Heck, I used to spend 7 months a year here when I was writing full time. Now that I am making more movies (and workout DVDs) I am not here as much which makes it even more precious.
Ted comes to visit on Wednesday. That’ll be fun!