
Speaking of dying, what if I died blogging? I wonder if people would say, “She died doing something she loved to do.” If they did say that, I would have to say that I would feel kind of misunderstood. There are other things I love to do as much as blogging, like, guess what, traveling. As much as I love o travel, it is not the way I would want to go. The stories I’ve heard about people dying while away (in places like Morocco, Aruba and New Mexico, all on vacation, all parents of people I know, all of natural causes, i.e., no aviation disasters for this fearful flyer) have been nothing short of dreadful. First of all, they’re sudden deaths, the worst kind. Secondly, getting home is highly complicated, and can involve criminal investigations, to rule out foul play.
What do I love to do besides blogging and traveling and swimming and cooking and drinking, preferably Pinot Grigio? I love sleeping. Yes, sleeping. If I went that way, people could safely say I died doing something I loved to do. As for the 1,000 places we’re advised to see before I board that train for the sweet hereafter, can you believe the book is about to become a TV show?
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