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1/30/1999 Talking to MaineI "talked to Maine" today. That's the expression Tab uses when I speak to my family on the phone. Monica called this morning to complain about our youngest sister, Susannah. Sue is ten years younger than me, six years younger than Monica. She's a member of a fundamentalist, evangelical church. Monica was watching Oprah yesterday when Sue stopped over. The topic was some sort of Marianne Williamson, New Agey-spiritualism thing. Susannah declared, "That is so wrong!" and proceeded to spout the fundamentalist party line, much to Monica's annoyance. As I told Monica this morning, Susannah has always been ready to state her opinion and tends to see the world in black/white terms, a tendency reinforced by her limited life experience (all but the first six years of her life spent in small-town Maine) and her church. Monica and I tend to be more shades-of-grey people. I wonder what it would be like to see things in simple good-bad, right-wrong terms. It must be easier than trying to understand moral ambiguities.Mom called this afternoon. My cat Camilla, who has lived with Mom and Jake for nearly ten years, is ailing with mouth cancer. The lesions inside her mouth seem to be very painful, and Mom says she can only take a small mouthful of food at a time. I think they will be taking her to the vet to have her put to sleep sometime this week. I will write more about Camilla another day. I am too sad to write any more now.
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