Ruth Deming, have you no shame?
It's a shopping list in a female hand. On the other side of this paper is her husband's name. Jewish, of course. Who else would eat lox?
Oh, YOU would! Good for you. Buy the Nova. Less salty.
Just finished watching the Penelope Project on Channel 12.3. About a nursing home in Wisconsin - those broad and lazy drawls speaking of innocence and kindness - then called Ada and Rich, whose Lillian Mom is in her own nursing home, her brain closing down - and they checked their TV and couldn't find it, couldn't find it.... and then did.
They have cable. I do not.
Originally published Oct 2015.
While watching Penelope, I downed one-third of a bag of pretzels, then rode bike to nowhere, and my sugar was a - hey, let's establish a new rating scale.
Mine was a moderately whopping, in the low 200s.
Pix from dinner at the Demings
The below poem didn't come out like I meant. So I'll work on anudder one.
Tottering in coffee intoxication
I walked down the runway
of my upstairs hall
Are you old enough to
remember Beth Myerson, the first
Jewish Miss America
Years ago my Aunt Tay
the template for Shakespeare's
Taming of the Shrew
Forgot herself and called
I sipped on the hot strong
bitter Starbucks, until I thought I'd fall
off the chair in
my writing room.
The soul of Miss Woolf was nowhere to be
Get up, I commanded myself and go
The aqua color of the
walls hurtled into
A thousand symphonies
roared from my walls
my head throbbing in