Irene Peterson's Blog

Yesterday Herb took me to Long Beach Island to see the house we intend to rent at the end of the summer.

It's a little close to the other houses and you have to climb up stairs to get to the kitchen and living room and porch and bedrooms, but in two months I hope to be able to scamper up those stairs and thoroughly enjoy myself.

I need it.

The oncologist prescribed it.

Therefore, we must go.  I can hardly wait.

Maybe I'll write, maybe I'll walk on the beach (can't do that now because I can hardly walk on solid ground or floors, the sand would pull me down and I'd never get up on my own), maybe I'll work on the cancer book, maybe I'll sit and think.

Maybe I'll be finished with Loey by that time.

I was going to write for her today, but we have a party to go to for Joey, the last nephew to graduate high school.  He's a sweetie and he loves my two measly books.  The kids have decided he looks sort of like a terrorist, but this kid is one excellent citizen.  He belongs to the fire department and has probably saved lives and houses in his town.  I see good things in his future, even if he has already rolled a car.  Live and learn.  He wants to be a lawyer.  Good.  I will probably need one.

Best to have it in the family.

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As an afterthought, for those of you reading this who think everybody in New Jersey is in the mafia or wants to be, let me get this straight:

1. Not all people in Jersey are in the mob.

2. Not all people with Italian sounding last names are in the mafia.

3. Not all women in New Jersey dress like those women on the television show.

4. Not all women in Jersey WANT to be like those women on that tv show.

5. Nobody really acts like that but those four women and their families.

6. Nor is there this strong desire to throw away money on gambling, glittery clothes that make one look like an expenive street-walker,  huge houses that need help to keep clean, and schools for kids who want to grow up to be just like their mommies in every woman in New Jersey.  It is fiction, it is fantasy, it is totally unrealistic and they're doing it for the money, you'd better believe it.

7.  I stress again, not everyone in New Jersey is connected to the mafia or the mob and not everyone in New Jersey wishes they were.  The Sopranos and the Real Housewives may have counterparts in real life, but I do not know any of these types and I fully intend to keep it that way.
 

If you think any of this is real, you need a reality adjustment. Come to New Jersey. It's a beautiful state to visit.  We're already too crowded for you to stay, but you can visit.