Tranestia

thing special. No, I have no need to decend to such levels. But when I write of something that I have done or something that has happened to me or some conception I have come up with it is to stimulate the rest of you to think about the concept, evaluate the experience or just to live it with me vicariously. That is about the situation this time, for I want to try to say something in this column that may have general significance. I'm not sure that I'll be suc- cessful in putting my own feelings on paper but I'm going to give it a whirl. To the extent that I can, perhaps you can, in imagination, put yourself in my shoes (high heels of course) and see if you would feel much the same.

So what happened? Well since the time of my separation and divorce 3 years ago, I have been liv- ing in a small house in one of the canyons in the Hollywood Hills. It was handy, convenient and com- pact and with some care Virginia could come and go as well as Charles. But this particular street be- came a haven for Hippies with their thumping music, the sports cars and cycles that buzzed up the hills with the cutouts open, etc. More and more I got bugged by the noise, the neighbors and the proximity of everything. Finally one day I just in effect said (in an unladylike manner because it was Charles who said it) "the hell with chis, I'm going to find a bigger, quieter, more private place where I wont be bugged by anybody or anything". I started to look and shortly discovered the place. I bought it and moved about Dec. 8th. Because it was some distance from my previous quarters I also had to move Cheva- lier. This moving is what made #48 late and the catching up I have had to do is what has made this issue late too.

But I did get moved in and then began the busi- ness of finding a stove, refrigerator, drapes, cur- tains, rugs and all the rest. Most of this is be- hind me now but the process of it is what began the awareness of what I'm going to try to explain to you. The house is large--3 bedrooms--one of which

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