I keep several containers of water on my bedside table - including my new lime-green large cup PLUS my all important flashlight. Was reaching for my flashlight by feel when I grabbed instead a glass water bottle, turned it over so I could flash my light on, when, psh psh psh, the water watered my bed.
Oh deary me, oh deary me.
Everything is now in the washing machine downstairs.
I spose I'll sleep on the red couch.
I am one of those people who is always sharing interesting emails with others. I titled this one: Jews get markers.
Harriet had seen it on one of her cruises.
Before I began yesterday, I wrote a Letter to the Editor of the Times Kron. It was about a walk Scott and I took on Rails to Trails.
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Gunter David, an old friend of mine, had amazing success writing for various publications. Look, he even has a beard here in Wild River Review, which is no longer published. Good writer who left Berlin with his family as the Nazis were gaining power.
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The first thing I thought about when I woke up today was my dad.
I still can't believe I live in this house all by myself. And I have no friends. Should I write an op-ed about that?
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Watched RASHOMON last night on TCM. Left Scott's at 2 15 am, tottering home with my bad left leg.
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Thanks Iris for sending me Michael's Gourmet Coffee. A gift for the Jewish New Year.
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Schism between Beatriz's group - our group - at her home - about bed bugs - so I invited everyone over my house. We're tentatively calling the group THE CIGAR BOX, Rem knows why.
Okay, almost 5 am.
Off go the lights and out come the bugs!
MY DAD'S HANKIES
Fresh from the drying rack
they are thin as crepes
I can hold them over my mouth
in Beijing to quell the toxic
government and polluted air
always thinking of my dad
who once trumpeted as
he was slowly dying
a death by smoking.
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