Wednesday, October 31, 2012
9:45 PM ELECTRICITY IS BACK ON. Thanks, neighbor Linda, for calling me at Donna's.
How long does it take Ruth Deming to fill up at the Giant supermarket gas station?
TWENTY MINUTES b/c I had to keep going inside. Twas there I met Ken Schroeder - which is possibly how you spell his name - who asked, "Can I get $200 worth of gas?"
Are you a Swedenborgian? I asked.
Yep. Been one all my life. Lived in Bryn Athyn all my life.
So, you believe in an afterlife, I said.
Yes, don't you?
Nope. I believe this is IT!
He's absolutely positive there's an afterlife.
What a comfort that must be.
Just yelled upstairs to Donna for her answer.
I'm on the fence, she said. I need proof.
Isn't any, I yelled back, remembering Houdini ("Harry Weiss" who promised he'd give everyone a sign after he died.....by a punch in the abdomen w/o warning and hadn't had a chance to flex his muscles).
Then I ask Ken the Landscaper if he was for Ron Paul. Many signs in Bryn Athyn advertised Paul.
Yes, he said, less government is better.
Well, I think we've turned the tide, I said, and those days are gone forever. He said it's never too late and it can be done little by little.
Let's get a nice photo of the gardens at The New Church in Bryn Athyn.
about it here - and the original home of John Pitcairn - is it Cairncrest - thank goodness I just remembered the name in the nick of tine- Cairnwood Estate - dig this, I've never been inside.
Bought Halloween candy for the little beggars
My son Dan wrote on FB:
I have mixed feelings about our municipal government rescheduling Halloween. What's next? Postpone Easter due to low egg harvests? Fat Tuesday on a Friday? The line between order and tyranny is a thin one indeed.
Sorry, Dan, but I think it makes sense. I left the candy at home. No way I'd bring it to Donna's, me with my "Diabetes Rules my Life" situation.
But it's not a death sentence!
The fellow I wrote about last nite, Jimmy, who is 62, is fighting throat cancer and a tumor in his brain stem. The man seriously does not care if he's gonna live or die.
"I should've been dead a long time ago," he told us. He is a man of a million stories and I do hope to write about him anonymously.
He is a very good man.
I asked him what the doctors thot the cancer is from. They usually have a theory about this.
I don't care about none of that, he said. My wife goes with me and takes notes, but I don't need to know. I just wanna move forward.
I stopped home today for my mail and my male.
Scott was freezing in his house. He left for work at SEPTA at 6 pm last nite and drove. Broken branches all over necessitating re-routing himself and traffic lights were out.
He knows the route so he'll leave home tonite at 8 oclock. What the hell is he doing at home in the dark? "I have flashlights," he said. "I'll figger it out."
When I left for Donna's, I checked the fallen trees on Terwood Road.
Am gonna watch Love Free or Die on PBS tonite, a documentary about Gene Robinson, the first openly gay Episcopal Archbishop who, at his consecration in 2003, wore a bullet-proof vest.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Last nite my sister Donna spent the nite at my house b/c she was rightfully terrified her condo would flood.
It was untouched!
Tonite she's returning the favor and I'm staying here, typing on my laptop at her kitchen counter. Like me, she's into healthy eating
I made a delicious salad. We both love raw mushrooms.
It's either Rita Hayworth or Rhonda Fleming.
Donna made me her specialty: sliced Parm cheese on Wasa crackers.
We arrived at her condo early this morning, surveying the damage as we drove thru Willow Grove and Hatboro.
We got less than 2 inches of rainfall, tho they called for 6 to 8.
Remember the tarp on the previous post?
Say Hello to neighbor Earl who put down the tarp
This is why 1,000 houses lost power. A tree down on Terwood Road, taking power lines down.
Overwhelming amounts of work for PECO.
Ain't that something!
I had huge branches and loads of twigs in my front and back yard. Those you don't photograph. You just pick em up and toss em in the little woods behind the house. The woods with the path that the school kids use, and that Sarah and Dan used when they lived with me.
Selected items: a pot of chili, salad fixings, yogurt, Hershey's lo-calorie chocolate syrup, nuts and seeds of all kinds, mayo. Donna forced me to open the fridge to get her Parm cheese out, but othan that, I'm keeping it closed.
Scott and I watching a movie on my laptop. It has 3 hours of power. I used everything but 20 minutes.
I also turned on my gas fireplace in the basement to heat the house.
What a great film!
It's the story of the French Resistance during WW2, starting in 1942. These brave men and women know they may very well give their lives for freedom from the Nazis.
Brutality was rampant in this film, an adaptation of Joseph Kessel's 1943 book.
According to Wiki, the film
blends Kessel's own experiences as a member of the French Resistance with fictionalized versions of other Resistance members. Army of Shadows follows a small group of Resistance fighters as they move between safe houses, work with the Allied militaries, kill informers, and attempt to evade the capture and execution that they know is their most likely fate. While portraying its characters as heroic, the film presents a bleak, unromantic view of the Resistance.
Filmmaker was Jean-Pierre Grumbach - aka Jean-Pierre Melville (1917 - 1973, dead of a heart attack at 55.
Who is it? I yelled.
The Mailman, he said. It's 8 o'clock pm.
I opened the door and there he was....Jimmy, an old family friend. Donna dreamt about him last nite! She had his baby, little Jimmy.
Okay, gotta go chat with him!
Monday, October 29, 2012
Daddypop's Diner was open. The PO closed at 9 am, but I got a donation for ND in Box 181. My policy is to never put the check in the mail until I've wrin a thank-you.
I did both and then ran after the mailman.
Sometimes it works! Fingers tightly crossed. After a flood 14 months ago, August 29, Donna had a foot of water and mud in the entire downstairs.
Donna, who knows the flooding better than anyone, says it won't rise or flood until tonite. She'll be safe here with older sister Ruthie.
Twill be interesting to see.
I just lost a tree limb in the backyard and hope the tree doesn't.....
Stopped at mom's house, which experiences partial flooding. For safekeeping they have some downstairs furniture in the living room.
Mom said she had a good nite's sleep last nite. Who knows what the next 24 hrs will hold?
Then I went shopping at the Willow Grove Giant. I needed carbs, in the form of my Utz's 7-grain pretzels and Brown Rice crackers.
Since Donna's staying with me, we created a snack bowl
Scrumptious! Donna asked why it's so tender. I don't overcook the salmon but cook it until it's just done. The fridge is stocked!
My son's electricity went out this morning. The PECO truck said it should be back on by four. They couldn't wait and went to spend the nite at Barb's house in Mayfair.
I said if it's a dangerous drive to Barb's, come stay here.
When I pulled into the back of Giant, all the truck bays were full with Giant tractor-trailers. Inside, I learned from a man who was emptying out a refrigerated container, that the electricity went out at five Giant supermarkets.
Our Giant was out for nearly half an hour. The store generator was traveling to the Giant in Morrisville. The Giant trucks I saw in the bays were refrigerated, so they can store things there if the lights go out.
Dyou think I could persuade them to...o never mind.
As I walked thru the parking lot, all bundled up, I felt the wind pushing me along.
Scott has a barometer in his bedroom and says the barometric pressure has never gotten so low.
My house is silent. Scott is watching the news upstairs. Donna is taking a nap downstairs. I'm tapping on the computer in the living room.
You can hear the rain in the gutters. The leaves are swaying not terribly fast. And the house is cold. It's set for 69 but it's chilly in here.
Scott works tonite at 10 pm. The trains aren't running, so he'll drive to the SEPTA carhouse at 69th and Market, Upper Darby.
STAY SAFE Y'ALL! Btw, I highly recommend your watching the first five minutes of this prophetic documentary about flooding in NYC.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Mount Carmel, a Catholic church at Broad and 66th St in Philly, was the host to the choir from Ohev Shalom Synagogue in Richboro, PA.
Here's Ohev's beautiful chapel. My friend Harriet is a member and has been in their choir for 12 years.
I knew the concert would be great, perhaps b/c Harriet was in it.
Harriet and hubby Steve picked me up. Their friend Susan came along too. Susan, a Catholic, was really curious about Judaism so we answered lots of her questions on the 25-minute ride home.
I know the route quite well cuz it's where I go when I go to Einstein Medical Clinic. In fact, I have an appt at Kidney Clink on Tuesday....bring an umbrella and walk fast, Ruthie. They're not about to cancel for Hurricane Sandy, I'm pretty sure.
Fascinating info filled the glass cases. "St Pio Closely Followed Christ the Redeemer."
St Pio appeared to the psychic Theresa Roba and she speaks thru him. I don't believe it! I wrote an article on her for the Times Herald. She's not specific when she speaks of people in the afterlife.
The choir is directed by the white-haired gentleman Marvin Feld. I sat next to his wife Sandra (pronounced Sondra) but called Sonny for short. She can't sing, she told me.
You've never seen so many iPhone cameras taking photos and videos.
Fulton J Sheen was an author. We used to watch him together back in Cleveland. Is that where I acquired my fascination with Catholicism? And then with other religions like the Swedenborgians, whose world HQ is in Bryn Athyn, 10 mins away.
There was also a book called Homosexuality and Catholics, which I didn't have a chance to look at. We can peruse it together.
At this very moment - it's now a little past 7 pm - we should've been at the New Directions' Annual Bonfire at Tamanend Park. We wisely canceled tho b/c of the arrival of Sandy. We were so looking f/w to it.
Scott just called.
THE PIZZA IS READY! Then it's Columbo on Channel 63 at 8 pm and the watching of many DVDs.
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Before the deluge, Day with Sister Donna, Meeting with the Christians, Lo Blood Sugar, Recycling with Scott
Everyone is scurrying around today as Hurricane Sandy gets ready to pound us. Lemme find some recent fotos of her.
Would you like to come driving with us?
Oh, you don't want to?
Look at what you'll miss. But first lemme change the CD from Bela Fleck to Joe Bonasso who I got free when I donated to WHYY-FM, along with Newsweek mag, which will no longer be published after the first of the year.
Dare you to find one interesting article in there, Tina Brown! Other than the Afterlife one.
Oh, there's mice in the basement? And the inside floor is missing some planks?
Two years ago a junkyard was erected right next to the school.
The noise has ruined Donna's life.
The owner of the company, she said, is a very nice man, one of her customers at Starbux. At Donna's request he made a few changes, but basically nothing can be done about the noise.
Klang! Klang! Kerplunk!
What does it mean that I love couches so much? Hmmm, maybe I'll write an essay about it to discover why. Or see a psychoanalyst. Maybe Robert Gordon in Allentown.
Donna called today and asked if she could sleep over on Monday nite when her condo falls into the creek.
Sure, I said.
Last nite I went back to the Willow Grove Bible Church, 7 minutes away on Division Avenue and Everett Street for their monthly COFFEE HOUSE.
The theme of course was Halloween so there were lotsa pumpkin treats. Baby, I was outa control! When I left I didn't go directly to my car but walked at a fast pace around the dark neighborhood for 20 minutes. I only meant to walk for 10 but I got lost.
An awesome band named Lotus Hill performed.
I sat with a guy named Kevin McKay and two of his four kids. We played a game with blocks, gosh I wish I could remember the name. Zenga? Junga? Mahjong?
Wanted to converse w someone and Kevin was a great talker. I asked him what his green wristband meant - a horrid disease perhaps? He said it was a reminder to pray for two people.
I told him that as a Jewish nonbeliever I don't pray.
He was really curious about how someone couldn't believe in God.
It certainly has a lot to do, we agreed, with the way a person is raised. I used to believe, but I stopped. Can't rightly remember why.
Told him that I did pray the other day, tho. I'd sent Tom Murt, who's running for PA state rep, an email that Scott's Transportation Workers' Union endorsed Murt, the only Republican they endorsed.
Murt wrote back thanking me for the email and said his dad just died. We were a very close family of five boys, he said, and of course he was upset.
He asked me to pray for him. So I did. I just closed my eyes, put my hands together the way you do in Here is the church, here is the steeple, and asked God to bless their fine family.
When Judy Diaz and I were talking earlier she mentioned Romney's amazing transformation into a gifted speaker! How could that happen?
I said, Judy they drilled the man. He took off work and they taught him how to talk.
Now, here's the exciting part of the blog, the real reason I wanted to get on here.
So, when I came home from the Coffee House, where I had eaten two scrumptious chocolate chip cookies, an iced soft pumpkin cookie, and a fabulous pear tart (OMG), I looked at my blood sugar.
Then I made my near-fatal mistake, injected 12 units and went directly to bed, exhausted.
Actually, this foto is by the noted Mary Ellen Mark, who did Prom Photos at the downtown Art Museum.
Okay, I'm fast asleep and wake up with a start at 2 am.
Something is not right. I do not feel good. But my mind is not working well.
Aha, thinks I. You're having a lo blood sugar attack.
I pull myself outa bed, turn on the light and walk downstairs into the kitchen.
I don't know what to do.
I can't think.
I lay my arm and head on the kitchen table. "This is how you die," I say to myself.
Intuitively I reach on top of the fridge and luckily one of my Kashi bars is up there. I eat them only when I have lo blood sugar. Sarah eats em when she comes to visit.
I grab a scissors, open the wrapper, and crunch it down while I'm pacing thru the dark living room.
Then I reach into my pocketbook and find another one to eat.
I am saved!
Okay, today is Recycling Day at Springfield High School, anything with a cord.
Scott and I set off with the car loaded!
We passed the beautiful Curtis Arboretum.
"I seen it before," he said.
"Well, look again!" I said. "Maybe we'll go here on one of our Sunday walks."
Then we spot what we think is Springfield Township High School. We pull in and no one is there. How can this be?
Well, it's the middle school.
A woman is running around the track far away. We ask her where to go and she gesticulates over to the right.
We arrive and everything is beautifully organized with orange cones and men directing traffic.
This handsome devil helped us unload the car.
WeRecycle and served 10,000 households last year. They earned $34,000 for all these antiquated items that made us so so happy when we first bought em!
Altho I'm not a praying man, I'll put in a prayer for Obama THAT HE WIN!!!