Way back in the 90's, after a most amazing trip to Peru, I hustled my way into a brief career as a copywriter. I met this fellow Bjorn, a swashbuckling hedonist who had a thing for Asian women. I am telling you about his particular sexual appetite because I felt he wanted me to know how cool he thought he was. And you know…he was pretty cool…if I may say so. For a living he produced upscale catalogs and led a fast post 80's yuppie life. We became friends after a particularly intense male bonding experience on the Inca Bridge. I told him about my writing days in New York and he encouraged me to send him some samples of my work and he said that maybe he had a place for me as a copywriter. This seemed like a better way to bring home the bacon than my stint as a Leaf Blower Technician in gardens of the rich and famous. He liked my work and I got the gig. Almost immediately I was up for the job as the copywriter for Cher's new home furnishings catalog. That I could dig…being the star struck type. One day Bjorn told me that Cher was going to call and do a personal interview with me over the telephone. He told me to stay home and wait for her phone call. The next morning I mentioned in my journal that I had to wait around all day for Cher to call. I remarked that I was probably one of few people writing in their journal that day that they were waiting for Cher to call. Anyhow, I waited all morning and late into the afternoon… Cher never called. About a week later I finally met Cher with the two other finalists for the job. I think I scared her off with my long hair and beard…too much like one of those Allman Brothers that she had once been hitched to….I didn't get the job…however, it quickly became water under the bridge. Recently I have been approached by a newspaper reporter from up north. She wants to write an article about our place. I find myself in that waiting star struck place again…that is the source of the writing of this blog entry…So, Dear Anado, keep it loose…not to worry. The work here is of the real importance…so I wait. Waiting without anticipation is the lesson here…this precious moment is the important thing. I believe waiting for the heavenly blue morning glories to bloom is in order. The end results are so beatific. And besides, I got me, babe.