How good it feels getting rid of unwanted stuff. Where did I get all those sheets? Dozens of them.
Plus a Kandinsky-style carpet in the laundry room. They're all on Scott's front porch now.
Purple Heart will return next week.
Went to Mark's at Buxmont toe get 100 copies of my Letter to the Editor in the Glenside Times and Public Spirit.
I had told the editor, whose name I forget, that I had written dozens upon dozens of Op-Ed columns for the Daily Intelligencer while Alan Kerr was in charge. He retired a couple of years ago. I've never met him though I worked at the Intell/Record which is now closed up on Easton Road.
Tried something new and delicious at TNT. First, when I walked in, I called the owner Terry. That's his wife.
Rowan was my helpful waitress. I refuse to call them servers. Whose idea was that?
French toast with raisin bread and plenty of whipped butter and syrup.
I injected a lot in my belly.
Drank cold water which they served w/o a straw - good for them! - and drank their delicious coffee.
Finally I finished the book BECOMING by Michelle Obama. I probly sat there a good two hours.
When I returned to Mark at Buxmont Stationers he thought I had forgotten.
I can always count on you, I said to Mark.
A SKY WATCHING TIP FROM SANDY WOOD
Sun rises at 7 06 And sets at 7 11
For years I have listened to Sky Watch
the way as I kid I listened to The Time Lady
and The Weather Lady.
I must present a portrait
of Sandy Wood, though I only know her
by her plain but trustworthy voice.
At home now in her high rise in Houston
She goes to her window and views
the silky bayou with big swaths of
green. She wears yellow silken
pajamas and has a dry martini in hand.
She's been up all night recording
and is ready for sleep. Her bed is
fluttered with fan letters from
all over the world, including
one from Willow Grove, Pennsylvania.
MOM AT NINETY SIX
Like we did in Cleveland, our ancestral home,
we viewed the Christmas lights. Time disappeared.
Mom became an athlete again, playing tennis with Lenore
whose husband recently died of dementia.
Her dog Snappy Lou, a gift from her father, was a
barking and petting delight. Mr. Lucas from down
the street was knocked down by the exuberant terrior
and Mom was forced to put him down.
How we loved the Christmas lights. Reminded us
of the neon lights at NELA PARK in Cleveland.
Every color of the rainbow, especially Blue lights
on roofs and dangling from real Christmas trees
made the world feel young again.
Driving up the driveway of Mom's huge house
with white mailbox and huge front porch
I cautioned, Stay in the car until I come get you.
Her white hair gleamed like the moon.
When I came to get her after opening the house door
she was nowhere to be found.
Mom! I called. She had toppled to the ground.
When you're that old every fall is like
an arrow to the heart.
Sure, she delights in visiting her doctors
Sister Ellen, surely a saint, takes her after
folding up her walker, brilliant invention
for the Hobbled Ones
We meet on Sundays, with sister Lynn from New Hope
prancing in with quiche and cupcakes, and chocolates from Asher's.
It's important to pay attention.
To remember Mom's words, though her
heart is strong, and we expect her to
celebrate her centennial.
I never appreciated the woman. Her fortitude
and refusal to die is now an inspiration. Finally
I can say - and it took me over fifty years -
I love you Mom.
* * *
Mom has a great appetite and so do I.
Scuse me while I raid the refrigerator.
Should I make something?
It's nearly four o'clock.
One more thing. I wanna watch the trial of "The Butcher of Bosnia." He eluded capture for 16 years.
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