Interjection.

I promised Barry that I would post something on my blog about this (and I will certainly be posting more in the future). Mom's and my neighbor, David, died earlier this year (I hate to use euphemisms, and I figure David would not have minded my not using one here). A perfect neighbor for Mom (he loved gardening and collected dishes. In fact, our Christmas presents from him last year were dishes from his collection). Sharp, witty, clever, and he had lived a fascinating life. Anyway, he left both Mom and me some money in his will--$7,500 each. In true Mom fashion, she is going to spend it on the house and yard (in fact, I think it may be gone already--she just had the house painted. As she says, it is no longer "nipple pink"). And I, in true Deirdre fashion, will be spending it on travel. Where to? Well, I was thinking about doing something that I normally wouldn't do--like a cruise to Antarctica. Or an African safari. Or something. I'll come up with some unique idea. But I'll post more about it in the future.