“You do this…
… to drive me crazy!”� I’m writing in my studio, taking a break to eat black olives and drink grape juice, and I hear a couple walking home on the sidewalk below me, I’m up here in the pine trees.� He yells at her, “you do this to drive me crazy.”� I know she is an MD and he details cars.� I’ve heard this same dialogue several times now.� I wonder why she settles for him?� Once she gets home, I can see her across the street, she waters her lawn, weeds her flower beds.� Earlier this evening I saw two men walking down the street with their daughters.� The girls picked a few of�her flowers.� Children�rarely ignore pretty things.� ��