Is that all you do is watch movies?

Just finished watching My Son John on YouTube.

This 1952 film starred Helen Hayes as Mother and Leo McCarey as her 'fallen' son.



Her son was assassinated at the end of the film. He was a traitor, a Communist. Might Eddie Mueller use this on film noir?

Photos of Helen Hayes.

Helen Hayes MacArthur (née Brown; October 10, 1900 – March 17, 1993)^[1] was an American actress whose career spanned 80 years. She eventually received the nickname "First Lady of American Theatre" and was one of 15 people who have won an Emmy, a Grammy, an Oscar, and a Tony Award (an EGOT). Hayes also received the Presidential Medal of Freedom, America's highest civilian honor, from President Ronald Reagan in 1986.^[2] In 1988, she was awarded the National Medal of Arts.

The annual Helen Hayes Awards, which have recognized excellence in professional theatre in greater Washington, DC, since 1984, are her namesake. In 1955, the former Fulton Theatre on 46th Street in New York City's Broadway Theater District was renamed the Helen Hayes Theatre. When that venue was torn down in 1982, the nearby Little Theatre was renamed in her honor. Helen Hayes is regarded as one of the greatest leading ladies of the 20th-century theatre.

BOOK EM DANO. Those famous lines were said in the original Hawaii Five-o, which in Dame Ruth Z Deming's opinion was one of the greatest TV series of all time.

James Gordon MacArthur (December 8, 1937 – October 28, 2010) was an American actor best known for the role of Danny "Danno" Williams, the reliable second-in-command of the fictional Hawaiian State Police squad in the long-running television series Hawaii Five-O, and for playing the juvenile lead in a series of Disney movies. 

Ready for anudder color photo?

How about the rioting for Charles Floyd?

True life.

On the Philadelphia Parkway. Photo from Patch.com from the Inquirer.
The KOP mall was also damaged.

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My Jewish roots in Cleveland, OH - Rioting in these United States

In these days of the pandemic, I am waxing philosophical and thinking about my roots in Cleveland, Ohio.

Morrie Saltzman was one of the true humanitarians from Cleveland. Read about his life here.

It is people like him that make us wanna lead better lives.

...

George Floyd - age 46 - has become a household name.

I can't breathe, I can't breathe, he said repeatedly as a white cop suffocated him.  Floyd's photo is below.

On Thursday, protestors took to the streets in Minneapolis to protest the police killing of 46 yr old Floyd. 

A second night of protests in Minneapolis over the police killing of 46-year-old George Floyd turned deadly Wednesday when a man was shot by a shop owner who suspected him of looting. The shooting victim was one of five people hit by gunfire on a night that saw police use tear gas and rubber bullets on protesters demanding justice for Floyd’s death.

Mayor Jacob Frey called on the Minnesota National Guard Wednesday night to help the Minneapolis Police manage the protests. The Star Tribune reports that the military “was ordered to the 3rd Precinct police station to relieve Minneapolis police officers, as demonstrators encircled the precinct.” The protests were concentrated around the precinct, where “virtually” every business within a two block radius was damaged in some way, according to CBS Minnesota.

...

As Bob Dylan sang in one of his early protest songs,
...Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head And pretend that he just doesn't see? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind Yes, and how many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, and how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry?

What can each of us do to help end racial injustice?

Poetry, newspaper articles, Art.

Hilda Whitegoat. 

Hilda Whitegoat is a full blooded Native American Indian. She was born in 1967 into the Navajo Nation. Hilda was inspired to continue a long lived tradition of working with art by observing her sister, Susie Charlie, work on her pottery. Susie who is credited with pioneering the popular Navajo Etched Pottery, shared the techniques of constructing the popular art form known today as “Navajo Etched Pottery” with Hilda. Hilda began crafting pottery at the age of 23, in 1989. The lucrative aspect of the business is also inspiration in her decision to become an artist,being that she has a family to raise and it keeps her close to her children.

Hilda paints on ceramic pottery and uses a sharp blade to hand etch on the pottery. Then, she fires her pottery in a kiln. She paints and etches on all sizes of ceramic and horsehair ware available to her. She signs her pottery as: Hilda Whitegoat, Navajo. Hilda is related to the following artists: Everson Whitegoat (brother), Myron Charlie (nephew), and Michael Charlie (nephew).

Sculpture on campus of University of California at Merced - Poem Lying in Bed and Trying to Fall Asleep

The meat of this blog is on the bottom.

This is the University of California at Merced.

Dr. Muñoz was recently selected to become the fourth chancellor of the University of California, Merced, the newest U.C. campus and one that has quickly solidified its place as a top educator of first-generation and Latino students — both groups that have been historically underrepresented at the University of California.

As a first-generation college student and U.C. alum himself, he said he was drawn back to California to be closer to family and to help shape a fast-growing institution.

Continue reading the main story

I was drawn to the photo due to the sculpture sitting there.

I'd like all my readers to take a look at it and lemme know what you think.

I used to work at Art Matters under the late Doris Brandes and would often write reviews.

Those days are gone but these days are here.

My opinion of the sculpture?

Lacklustre, insignificant, a holy bore. Looks like a giant tweezers to extract splinters from your feet or fingers.

Sterilize first.

Note to Rem:

Rem, I'm always in a hurry when I decide to watch something on my upstairs TV.


So I check my fridge to see what's in there to nosh on.

A tomato! Yum!

I pour some mayo on top. If I have time I'll cut a piece of Cheddar cheese from Cabot - independent farms - and carry it up to my bed.

There's usually 6 plastic bowls up there in my BR. Corelle. Very attractive, orig bought via mail order from Walmart, tho I did go over there to check em out in person.

Just woke up for a second.

There's something really important I wanna write in my blog, but I must be downstairs to write blog.

Here's what it is.

Woke up and a chef was grilling food outdoors, as he always does. Meat.

As I walked to the baffroom I thought, Is my mother still around. If so, I'd like to talk to her.

Then I remembered that the 97 yo woman who just died WAS my mother.


Dammit. I'll never talk to her again.

...

Today's egg omelet which I'm eating as I type, is delicious! Added Tabby sauce, which I never refrigerate.

Last night at 7 pm I Zoomed with members of the writing group of Montgomery County Community College. My poet friend Cynthia Marcolina invited me.

There was Pat Nestler in her wonderful fluff of grey hair. Her husband David was helping with the teknical details.

...

Got briefly reacquainted w Laurence Salzmann, whom I'd sent the Atget fotographs to from the NY Times.

He's a filmmaker and photographer.

Website is here.

Below is one of his photos. I think we're in Mexico.


Ruth's poem of the day

LYING IN BED TRYING TO FALL ASLEEP

Last night I lay "Testimony" by Scott Turow
on my bedside table and began to sleep.
As always, thousands of tiny dots flickered
on the ceiling.
When sleep came, I was awoken by loud
tapping on the always-closed window behind me

Rain? Or the ghost of Mr Travis, original owner
of my house.

It matters not, I thought.

I'll either wake up or I won't.

Mail Truck Poem

THE MAIL TRUCK

Wherever I am in my house
My antennae are alert for
the chugging sound of the
United States mail truck.

Such surprises the mail carriers
bring. Today got a newsletter
from the Medical Mission Sisters
of Fox Chase, where, once I
trod their labyrinth, as did
a monster long ago in the land
of Crete.

The Sisters love Jesus and
praise his name. I cannot quibble
with that. In my bare feet here
in the living room, I await
Christ the Saviour to bathe my feet.

...



Look! He's actually waving to us.

I was conversing with Rem, who works behind the counter at the Roslyn, PO, and told him I'd write a poem about a mail truck.

The reason it took so long, maybe 20 minutes, was bc I kept refilling my bowl with pretzels.

Listened to Fresh Air earlier today. Molly Ball has wrin a bio of Nancy Pelosi.  Pelosi had five children when she was younger which sparked her ability to schmooze with the best of them.

She is certainly not afraid of President Trump and is well known for wagging her finger at him.

Submitted my short story LOST AT THE MALL to my writing group in the Valley Forge area. I was so mad, as I critiqued everyone, but they never got around to me.

Shall I drop out and become a nun?



Just watched Andrea Boccelli on Great Performances.

He sang his version of Nessen Dorma which gave me the chills.

My snack?  Two Compari Tomatoes dipped in mayo.

Yes, I did try the new Blogger and am not happy with it!

As I began walking up hill on Sleighride, I thought, What if I pass out from heat stroke.

Not to worry, my thoughts were interrupted by one Bobby, the last remaining son of Luther Sanders, who was a nice enough neighbor.

He called me, Baby.

I set him straight and told him my name is Ruth and spelled it for him.

It's hard to find a job, he said, and said he was old fashioned and didn't use a computer.

My friend Sue strode by.

Here I am at your service, Ruth Z Deming.



It was my 70th birthday party.

Time goes by and now I'm 74.

Today is Wednesday, May 27 2020.

Woden's Day!

The Latin name dates to the late 2nd or early 3rd century. It is a calque of Greek ἡμέρα Ἕρμου (heméra Hérmou), a term first attested, together with the system of naming the seven weekdays after the seven classical planets, in the Anthologiarum by Vettius Valens (c. AD 170).

The Latin name is reflected directly in the weekday name in most modern Romance languages: Mércuris (Sardinian), mercredi (French), mercoledì (Italian), miércoles (Spanish), miercuri (Romanian), dimecres (Catalan), Marcuri or Mercuri (Corsican), Mèrcore (Venetian). In Welsh it is Dydd Mercher, meaning Mercury's Day.

The Dutch name for the day, woensdag, has the same etymology as English Wednesday; it comes from Middle Dutch wodenesdag, woedensdag ("Wodan's day").

Oh, good Lord, let me get on with my Editor's Corner.

As I was falling asleep last night, after reading TESTIMONY by Scott Turow, a mosquito was flitting around on the ceiling.

I covered myself over with one of Sandy's blankets and hoped I wouldn't get bit.

Murderer at Large and more

Unable to shrink this photo.

Peter Manfredonia. What's your problem, dude?

This is, according to Patch.com.

Peonies are pollinated by ants.








It refused to be flushed down the sink so I saved its life, carrying him in a dish cloth out to the back yard deck.

I have lost so many posts on here just now, that I'll say Goodbye for now and drink one more cup of Maxwell House Coffee.

My poppies in my front garden finally burst open.

A surprisingly beautiful shade of pink.



Am working on the Compass now.

Just watched the film Therese Raquin on YouTube

Watched it here.



Cast includes Simone Signoret. She was part Jewish, so took her Catholic mother's name.

Thérèse Raquin (also The Adultress) is a 1953 French-Italian drama film directed by Marcel Carné and starring Simone Signoret and Raf Vallone. The story is loosely based on the novel of the same title by Émile Zola but updated to 1953. It was screened at the 14th Venice International Film Festival where it won the Silver Lion.

Plot[edit]

Thérèse is unhappily married to her cousin, a haberdasher in poor health. They share their home with his domineering mother who makes Thérèse's life even more miserable. When she attempts to run away with a truck driver she has fallen in love with her husband tries to prevent her, forcing her lover to take extreme action.

Cast[edit]

• Simone Signoret as Thérèse Raquin
• Raf Vallone as Laurent LeClaire
• Jacques Duby as Camille Raquin
• Sylvie as Madame Raquin
• Maria Pia Casilio
• Marcel André
• Martial Rèbe
• Paul Frankeur

As I said I didn't remember a word of French but could follow the plot fairly well.

The extreme action she and her lover were forced to take was pushing her husband off the train.

He put up quite a fight, did the husband, but lost out to the powerful Raf Vallone.

Look, it's nearly 12:30 am now and I'm gonna go up and read in bed.

WHO'S IDEA WAS IT TO WATCH THE FILM?

Rem's indirectement.

Odd how we end up doing things we enjoy with only a brief word of encouragement.

Jane Austen may have had this room in her house

Again, from Architectural Digest, a room Jane Austen might have had.

Look at all them rugs. Which one would I trip on first?

The chairs look dreadfully uncomfortable.

Just sent some friends a great article from POLITICO on integrated the US Navy.

Called it MUST READ.

Read here.

And that just about does it as I shuffle off to Buffalo.

Your faithful companion,

Ruth Z Deming

PS  Gotta come up with a new short story by tomorrow.

Lovely room from Architectural Digest - Poem for Abbott Laboratories

All I can say is WOW about this lovely room from Architectual Digest.

Here's a poem I mailed off this morning about receiving my free insulin meter from Abbott Labs.

Subject: Poem for Abbott Laboratories

I had written a letter to the CEO of Abbott Laboratories who make my diabetes meter, which conked out on me.

Couldn't resist sending him this poem this morning.

His address in Alameda, CA.

May 26, 2020

Thank you Abbott Laboratories.

Just received my Freestyle Light Diabetes Meter this morning.

How I missed it, like a newborn kitten, with those blinkin confused eyes like my Tiny Tears doll I had as a child.

To lower my blood sugar, 221, I went for a walk around the block.
American flags were out for Memorial Day Weekend, but I'd already taken mine in.

The rapist, whose name I forget, has legions of flags on his front lawn.  I was friends with his dad, ole Luther Sanders, and would bring him chow. We'd relax with Folger's Coffee he'd make in his Mister Coffee.

The person I miss the most is next door neighbor, Eileen, whose mind worsened with dementia, so they put her in Riverside, in Abington, Pennsylvania.

Her mind is a goner, now.

So thank you, Mr. Abbott, for your contribution.

...

Neighbors, and I don't even know their names, are aimlessly walking around the block.

I discovered spider webs over my living room door and dragged out my small ladder and dusted them off with a Swifter. Threw it in the trash. Can just imagine it spritzing all over my My Lady Kenmore mom bought me years ago.

...

Man, that bean soup was awfully good.

Got a thank you note from RIVARD REPORT in the San Antonio TX area.

Miles did his Senior Project at New Directions - Poem: Stubbing my Toe - Birthday poem for Linda Barrett

Our law school graduate, Miles, wrote me:

Of course, Ruth! And thank you for always being there for me too. I can remember my Senior Project like it was yesterday— I observed and participated in New Directions group therapy sessions and that directly led me to my Psychology major as an undergraduate at Boston U. :)

Very cool!

Oatmeal on Ikea kitchen table first from Sean Toohey, then from sister Nicole Deming, plumping up but no frozen blueberries as they were all gone.

We're gonna ZOOM on Sunday night at 7 pm.

One day hence, which rhymes with the sycophant VP.

Learned online that today is Linda Barrett's birthday, so I wrote her a poem.


LADY LINDA MARIE

Driving around in her fashionable car
The passers-by wonder
Who is that lady?

If only they knew!
A poet! A first-class poet
who writes poems of nearly
everyone she knows, including
her elderly mother whom she
cherishes like maple leaves
swaying on rain-drenched trees.

She was born in May, the perfect
time for a poet who has many years
ahead of her to write more of her
imaginative, unusual, visual, mad-cap poetry.

"Creativity" is her middle name.

Love, Ruth Z Deming

...

Anything else Ruthie while you've got the chance?

Sure, thanks for the opportunity.

I stubbed my toe last night in my bedroom.

OUCH!!!!

Was not wearing shoes. Many people break a toe this way.

Should I write a poem about this?

STUBBING MY TOE

My cries echoed across my bedroom
The books, brochures, hankies and glass of water
wept in silence for my agony
How compassionate are my bedtime companions
And together we will prevail over Covid-19.

Glorious spring

 Sweet smelling lilacs in the front yard.

 A murder of crows. Of course they jabber away when I go outside.

 Azalea bushes since I first moved in, in 1989.

 What kind of nest is this AND who or what brought it to Scott's back yard?

 Window sill in living room. My sacred objects are on there.

House next door. Bill Adams family. Mother Eileen is ensconced at Brookside, worst place to be during Covid 19.

Just lost a great photo by Bob across the street. A neon palm tree, all lit up. Who knows why?

 Nancy's house across the street. Her swan chairs are on the front porch. We used to sit outside in the warm weather and gab.

 The leaning Buddha.

The leaning Buddha. All day long I watched films. 

That's entertainment!

This one is next. 

Wash hands, wash hands POEM: Bill Payer

Just in from DBSA. Let's figure out what those letters mean.

Denver Broncos Salute Alabama?

Dolores Bonito's South America?

Never mind. Depression and Bipolar Support Alliance.

Okay, wish me luck. Am getting my mail now.

Twas my Comcast bill and I just paid it.

I get emails from National Geographic. On that page, Infinity, anudder name for Comcast, tells me they are suspending my subscription if I don't pay immediately.

SCAM.

The reason I pay immediately is b/c once I let the bills pile up. They were not due. But I almost forgot to pay them.

There goes the UPS truck. Years ago, I wrote a biz story for the Intelligencer on the UPS. The trucks are brown so they don't show the dirt.

In case I mysteriously disappear, most of my articles are upstairs in the hall closet in a black plastic bag.

Scuse me while I pour anudder cup of Vanilla Almond Milk.

My cough? Ate two tiny mini-Triscuits.

Gonna send a News Alert now about The QAnon group. Click here.

The writer's father is a believer in Conspiracy Theories.

BILL PAYER

As long as you have enough funds in your account
You can easily pay most bills.
Hit Transfer Funds
from Savings to Checking
Double-check everything.

Bills!
They'll keep on coming
until the day you're a goner
like the honeybee found
dead on my kitchen floor.

Poem: Dead Bee Lying on Kitchen Floor

DEAD BEE LYING ON MY KITCHEN FLOOR

I bent down and cradled her in my hand a moment

A beauty, that's for sure,

Waited for her wings to flutter

She would fly into the living room and gather nectar

from a huge magenta peony

which stands in silence like a statue

Her burial chamber, the soft wet grass

beside the house.



...

Just had lunch and watched a YouTube film. Since YouTube is my faithful companion, they always have a suggested film for me.

The Monkey's Cat was one of the worst films I've ever seen. I think the word that would apply is STUPID.

Why, then, did I continue watching?

Was eating my delicious salad with Russian dressing.

Plus I wanted to catch some needed Zzzzs.

And did.

...

And now I've gotta get my mail, come inside and wash my hands.

Oh, did I tell you what happened to my poor feets?

Was cutting my nails out on the back porch step. Made 2 deep cuts w scissors that drew blood.

Forewent putting on a Band-Aid.

They will heal by themselves.



Here I am at the Beechman's former house.

My nephew Miles graduates from Columbia Law School

Wednesday, May 20, 2020

My nephew Miles graduates from Columbia Law School

First, though, The Times Chronicle published MAY IS MENTAL HEALTH AWARENESS MONTH.

Click here. Can you find the misspelling?

My electricity was out for two whole days. A wire was down.

Was sitting on the bottom step of the deck and the trees were swirling about like madly stirring cream into coffee.

My nephew Miles Greene graduated today from Columbia University. Watched the entire thing on YouTube, guided by his mom, my sister Lynn.

I waited until I saw his name. Miles Harrison Greene.

He also said something nice about Grandma Bernice who died on April 21 at age 97.

As I told Rem, I found all these great books in the lower level of my house. Dusted em off with pixie dust and now they're ready to read.



Remind me to watch EXPEDITION TO SURINAM on PBS tonight at 10. Told my friend Marcy about it this morning. Dunno if she watched, but I did, and wanna watch again.

HEY MA

You'd be so very proud
of Miles Harrison Greene
graduating from Columbia University

We believe you were there
wearing one of your lovely outfits
Lynn would buy you.

You looked great in blue
or even pink. Your closet filled
with clothes and warm sweaters
as you were always cold.

How I'd like to hold your hand
right now to warm you up.

Miss you more than I can say.
Are you surprised?
I am.
.

Great films on Netflix! Poem: Netflix Step into the movie

Finally my Netflix subscription paid off.

Just checked my credit card. 13.77 per month.

Watched United Flight 93. Two terrorists commandeered a plane but the passengers took control and it never landed.

"Let's roll," is a famous quote from the film.

Very suspenseful.

The film was dedicated to the brave heroes on the plane. All of whom died on that terrible day which folks my age will always remember. We are shown folks talking on their phones and saying goodbye to loved ones. One woman gave the combination on her safe where her will was hidden.



Film made in 2006.

While watching ate my dinner - 2 Heritage eggs, shrooms, a tomato which was not particularly good cooked - downed with water.

Ate mini Triscuits afterward - quite salty - and then I dental flossed - why not?

It's Sunday night and Scott will drive to work.

Very important that if a bird poops on your car, you wash it off immediately if not sooner, as dead Dad used to say.

Otherwise it will cut into the metal of your car.

My car is made of metal, not plastic.



Aunt Ethel, who had money, always drove a Caddy. Very slowly.

Please don't honk, she's over 80 and then 90.

Now, after a brief break, I will watch BORDERLANDS on Netflix.

First, a poem:

STEP INTO THE MOVIE

That's me, gunning down gangsters
with Cagney, dancing toe to toe
with Ginger and Fred,
dining at Sardi's with
the celebs.

Celebrating Holy Week with
Ben Hur and The Last Temptation
of Christ.

Aren't there any films about Jews?
Yes, Unorthodox, and the massively
boring Shtisl.



My parents took a trip to Europe and saw Charleston at a restaurant. They got his autograph. 

Just visited with my darling grandchildren and their parents - We all wore masks

These pix are from the other day.

 Bold Mr Chipmunk came right up to the porch steps. Shall we learn more about them?

Interesting. Take the time to read about them.

FROM  WIKI    Chipmunks have an omnivorous diet primarily consisting of seeds, nuts and other fruits, and buds.^[11][12] They also commonly eat grass, shoots, and many other forms of plant matter, as well as fungi, insects and other arthropods, small frogs, worms, and bird eggs. They will also occasionally eat newly hatched baby birds.^{[11][12][13][14][15][16]} Around humans, chipmunks can eat cultivated grains and vegetables, and other plants from farms and gardens, so they are sometimes considered pests.^[11][17] Chipmunks mostly forage on the ground, but they climb trees to obtain nuts such as hazelnuts and acorns.^[11][18] At the beginning of autumn, many species of chipmunk begin to stockpile nonperishable foods for winter. They mostly cache their foods in a larder in their burrows and remain in their nests until spring, unlike some other species which make many small caches of food.^[11] Cheek pouches allow chipmunks to carry food items to their burrows for either storage or consumption.^[12]

Hard to see but my red poppies did come back this year. One is on the left, thother on the right.

'

Thother day I walked down the street and handed out clumps of lilacs to all the neighbors.

Share the bounty!

Made a mask with the handkerchief of my dad. Can't find the apostrophe on here, tho I just did.

Nicole was drinking her cold Dunkin coffee, yum, she said she could live without it.

I may have told you while working on my short story THE BLUE ANGELS I drank vanilla almond milk.

I only noticed we ZOOMED at the very end. I showed them the dress I am wearing w/ earrings - yes - still wearing dress - and Beatriz showed us her lovely caftan.

Rem, our postal clerk, sent important feedback on my story, which I've lost, so told him to resend.

If I had my druthers I'd order a tuna hoagie from Silvio's deli.



Is your mouth watering like mine? It's only a picture.

When the kids came over, Grace Catherine was doing an acrobatic routine on the large back lawn.

Max was playing with his cars. There was a long lumber truck so he put pieces of sticks in the back.

He kept his cars in a Harry and David metal container.

I gave mine to Scott. He keeps his sewing materials in there, I think.

My friends Freda and Bernie, both 94, were profiled in a Paul's Run newsletter.

Such wonderful people!!!



Mon dieu!  The porches have ceiling fans.

I had to look up mon dieu for the spelling.

Moi!  The spelling champ in the fifth grade at Mercy Elementary in Shaker Heights, Ohio.



Here's a Mercer in Okinawa.

Dat's it for now.

Gonna munch on Snyder's Dippers and rock myself to sleep.

Where's my pacifier?

My nephew Miles will graduate from Columbia University and more

Miles's mother told the Greenwold Girls about this.

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, I wrote. It's from the film Mary Poppins.

I was so hot this morning I walked around the block in a dress.

I did enjoy my walk. Not a single person was out and about.

Saw my favorite house, the gray one at the end of the block.

Mom would have loved my dress. I tried wearing nice outfits when we visited on Sundays.



While walking around the block I saw a NAIL in the middle of the street.

What dyou think I did with it?

Certainly not this



I tossed it onto the sidewalk.

Watched several movies on YouTube this morning. All based on Ruth Rendell novels.

When Sarah and I went on one of our cruises, I first discovered Ruth Rendell. Since I hadn't finished one of her books, I took it home with me.

Took a while to read the entire book, after which I donated it to the Library.

Oh! A horrible thing happened when I went up to my bedroom today.

It was unmistakable. A big fat malodorous STINK BUG.

Grabbed a piece of paper and tried to flush it down the toilet.

It would not flush, so I carried it outside and hopefully drowned it in my watering can.

Last night I actually smelled it, but didn't know it was there.

Wrote an opinion column for the Times Chronicle called MAY IS MENTAL HEALTH MONTH.

Gotta write a short story by 2 30 today for our group.

Tell you what pisses me off about them. They share health information with one another. Then they say everything stays here.



May write a story about the Blue Angels.

BLUE ANGELS

Back at Village Green
a sound louder than thunder
took my breath away
War planes, flying in formation.

Never would I forget the thrill.
Even fifty years later.

Sitting outside on the back yard deck eating breakast

HEAT FEELS GREAT

The perfect breakfast requires
music, Lindsay Buckingham's new one
glad you're still alive, man,
tilted my eggs out of the sun
took huge bites while watching
the goings-on.

A festival of honeybees and bumble bees
hovered about the bridal-dress-white azaleas
and the last of Walt Whitman's lilacs, my
captain.

90 million miles away
the sun soaked my head
my outfit of the day

and I remembered.
Of course I remembered.

A woman named Bernice.



Miss you Mom. I have SO MANY QUESTIONS I want to ask you.

Where did Daddy get all those white hankies?

My house looks pretty good. Try to clean it up for all the company I do not have.