Since we've actually run out of Meandering Belgians (at least for today), we'll just have to start with an apology for yesterday's lack of real meandering and meander today, instead. Really.
PattiKen, won the print of 'Nobody's Home'. She commented yesterday that she was thrilled. Not half as much as I am. Now I'm going to find out how much it's going to cost to ship that sucker to Massachusetts (damn, I can't believe I spelled that right without looking it up).
I have made a decision about Sarah's story - I now know where it's going. I've been wondering, for a while, what this story was really all about. I know now. And now that I know, a lot of the meandering stuff I had planned for the story is totally unnecessary. I had no direction and the story didn't, either. Now it does. I see the path.
When I was a kid, I didn't care for cranberry sauce. (I don't know - I just didn't). In November of 1965, our Thanksgiving Dinner, delivered by helicopter to our hilltop firebase just outside Chu Lai, was, as a result of a Navy screw up, all cranberry sauce. No turkey. No mashed spuds. Just three trays of cranberry sauce. The dinner we got for Christmas that year was more balanced, thankfully. And I ate the cranberry sauce. And I make sure to eat cranberry sauce every year - so that I don't forget why I like cranberry sauce now.
Sometimes I think GM has thrown the baby out with the bathwater. I keep getting mail, snail mail, from every car dealer in 20 miles, it seems, telling me they're ready, willing, and able to maintain Saturn vehicles. I own a Saturn. A 2004 Vue with a 6 cylinder engine and automatic transmission. I have 106,000 miles on my Saturn. I get around 26 miles per gallon in mixed driving. On regular gas. Meanwhile, the vultures are picking over the bones of Saturn while GM restructures around Cadillac, Chevy, Buick and GMC - and I'd take my Vue over any one of those marques.
I want to say I'm sorry. You guys deserve better than yesterday.