It’s finally arrived – the start of my 3 month long crying jag. Good thing the sun is out and I can wear my Louis Vuitton sunglasses to cover up my puffy eyes. It started a few days ago learning about the death of our dear friend and neighbor from our Florida days, Bill, and continued right through Sunshine’s 3rd grade country presentation on the United States today. She doesn’t know the name of the National Anthem but she can sing it. Ana Maria made chocolate chip cookies just the way I like them and we delivered a batch to the guards; I would rather have her use up the chips making cookies for people than give them away, her cookies are so good. On the way up to the portaria I dropped off some cookies to Adinilton, the palmeira, who was cutting the mansion’s hedge. He says the palm trees are doing well. Pimentel, one of my favorite guards, bought my daughter’s keyboard for a song; he says he is going to pay me next week, but really, I am just giving it to him because he always is so sweet to me. Who says you can’t buy love?