A sign beneath it read "Make an offer."
Leroy's son, Bob, said his dad got this at one of the Philadelphia Flower Shows.I would LOVE to have it and put it in my front yard IF it could withstand the weather. It's a copy of a famous statue somewhere.
Sarah, my zen daughter, might you know?
Sarah and Ethan are spending the holidays in Minnesota. Ethan had played piano in an old-age home, which I think is fantastic!
They also visit his adoring little brother Spencer, who lives in a group home there.
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Went to Donna's today. Many darling mishpoochah were there.
How we love them all! Melissa had a new short hair cut that looks FAB!
Nikki, Steve and the kids are driving to the Catskills today to go skiing!
On Donna's huge TV they were playing a disc of family photos... wonderful! I was drinking delicious Starbucks coffee. Had a piece of my toasted cheese challah. Had forgotten my insulin pen but shot up the moment I got home.
Mentioned that Goggle had emailed me a minute's worth of my photos, asking me to share them, which I will not! Who cares about Ruth Z Deming's photos?
Another invasion of privacy in our Facebook/Goggle world.
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After explaining the meaning of 'film noir,' I read them my newest poem "Lavender Nails."
LAVENDER
NAILS
The green
gel wowed us all
but stays
on until
forcibly
removed
that’s
why I stopped at
Abington
Nails
each
salon as stylized
as Edith
Head gowns
in MGM
films
How ‘bout
that
long
black leather couch
a movie
star couch
where
starlets once got parts
in the
days of
Double
Indemnity
Scarlet
Street and
Blond
Ice.
“Hello” said an
acrobatic
man
named
“Ozzy”
“like in
Ozzie and Harriet”
his English fine for a
his English fine for a
Chinaman.
He showed
me a
card,
like a many-colored
lollipop,
and quickly, I
pointed out
lavender,
which
would match my
new
lavender wall-to-wall
in my
bedroom and drapes
dyed to
match with two
plastic
bottles of Rit
dye
Ozzy, who
knows nothing
of the
reruns of his namesake,
nor even
the proper spelling,
paints my
old Christmas green
nails
with layers and layers of
lacquer
to remove them
then
secures them
with
aluminum
foil. I
close my eyes and
meditate.
May I
have good health?
May the
people I love prosper?
May my
creativity increase?
The soft
sounds of the salon
lull me
into tranquility
as each
client leaves
their
name repeated
along
with holiday wishes
They
remember names!
Before I
stopped into the salon
I went
into Santander Bank on
the
corner, where I stood
unacknowledged,
behind the
teller
“Lucia,” then clucked my
lips and
fled.
“Ruth!”
he interrupted.
“Ready!”
I swiveled my
chair
around and lay my
hands on
the white-topped table.
My naked
white hands were revealed,
small
hands with green pop-up veins
like maps
of the back roads of Ohio
The green
gel was peeling off
green,
the color of an unusual
gown by
Edith Head, but lovely
nonetheless
we
mustn’t all conform
To think
that the twenty-first century
has
brought spaceships to Mars
tiny
telephones with photos of our loved ones
the mass
exodus of Chinese and Vietnamese
to
purchase useless buildings and
put nail
salons on every corner
My lovely
green gel was peeling off
but I had
no time to mourn, as Ozzy scraped
it off,
dead now, of no use to anyone
a mangled
bicycle thrown out on the curb.
His
sister Jen painted on the lavender gel.
A longer
process than your normal polish
but this
is the age of
spaceships
to Mars
so I sat
and let myself dream.
See me on
the starlet’s couch?
Instead
of watching a film noir
I’d
rather be in one.
The
mobster’s moll? No, they’d
just as
soon kill me.
The rich
woman in furs and pearls?
Yes, c’est moi, shirking my people
Yes, c’est moi, shirking my people
and
running off with an
acrobatic
Chinaman.
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