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On Netflix, watched the death of the fairytale princess, Lady Diana. Very moving. I thought, at least her two children - Harry and William - are grown so they can appreciate the death of their mom, who was a good mother.

SCOTT made our Thanksgiving Dinner today, Friday. Sooo delish. We were both stuffed.

Before that, was in my Reading Room. Would I finish FARM ANIMALS? Probably not. I returned to Stephen King's IF IT BLEEDS and enjoyed dat.

A bully terrifies our hero CRAIG and something awful happens to the bully. 

Gonna take THE TIMES CHRONICLE up to bed with me and peruse it. Filled with ads. Ya know what? I like reading ads now. Shows what's new in our culture.

Did I ever mention that when I was about 7 I read in MY WEEKLY READER, back in Ohio, that a new flying machine would soon be available for everyone. It would zoom slightly above ground so you could get to places faster.

I await. I await. 

Scott and I will celebrate Thanksgiving today, Black Friday - Poem: Holding the Cup

Masked viewers walk around MACY'S at Herald Square in NYC. 

I, Ruth Deming, have a terrible dilemma. Should I or shouldn't I.

Probably, I will.

Scott and I will celebrate Thanksgiving today, Friday, November 27, 2020.

Woke up at 7 am and finally finished THE CABIN AT THE END OF THE WORLD by Paul Surovell, I mean Paul Tremblay.

Okay, gonna turn on my Bradford Tea Kettle.

The coffee's good but I put it in a cup where the flavor leeched out of a tea I drank there.

Hold on, lemme check again.

Just switched cups.

In search of perfection, never give up.

In bed last night, got ideas for lots of short stories and wrote em down on an ad to resubscribe to The Atlantic, which was a gift from the truly brilliant Rem Murphy.

Ok, the Young Wallander awaits me. 

When I clicked on it, a sign read, Price increases to 13.99 a month on Dec. 1.

HOLDING MY CUP

Maxwell, how I have missed you, 

but on this special day with Mommy gone

half a year, and seeing the Girls yesterday,

Donna and Ellen, who discussed your -

alas, the words - death, the coffee will

not only ease my pain but also my joy.

A Poem about The Elderly AND MORE

 

VOLUNTEERING WITH THE ELDERLY

Parkinson's Disease
Alzheimer's
Dementia
They arrive early in the morning
Dropped off by their loved ones
Ray, my favorite, comes over to our table
his blonde wife Ellie
lets him through the door. He finds
a way to our table, but a sense of
direction he does not have, as once
I saved him from wandering into the
ping-pong room.

Every 20 minutes he asks me where
I live. "Willow Grove," I say,
"just down the road."

Two weeks ago we learned Albert,
the silent man, who would come
alive when we sang Sinatra, had
died. Ray had not forgotten and
kept asking, "Is everyone here
who's supposed to be here?"

I looked around. Elena with the
little beard was there. Val, with
Parkinson's and hallucinations
was there, her arm stiff as a
block of wood, and Lily, who
thought people were stealing
from her but could go to the
bathroom herself.

"They're all accounted for Ray,"
I said, deciding to skip
Albert's death.

Ray, a doctor in a former life,
dresses in spiffy clothes,
a warm brown sweater, round eyeglasses
like John Lennon's and saddle shoes,
neatly tied.

We smell the food getting ready
in the kitchen. Ray and I swivel
our heads just so and await the arrival
of meatballs and pasta.

Am I working here in a silent pact
with Fate to make sure my mind
remains free of all the terrible
conditions that await us?

Silence.

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Walked around the block in my Velveteen jacket,  sneakers, blue mask peeking from my bosom.

Dante dumped a bunch of solicitations - not for sex - in my mailbox. 

I looked up one of them - Women for Women International - and gave them a small donation. 

These words echoed in my head You wanna be a big shot and give everyone money.

Oh, YOU BE QUIET.

Onkar Sharma and I exchanged words about suicide. Told him I'm reading INTO THE WATER by Janice Hawkins, I think. He and I both are very interested in suicide.

Am making baked apples with cinnamon and butter in my crock pot. 

AND am watching THE CROWN. A secret of theirs is that so many relatives - and close ones at that - suffer from both mental illness and developmental disabilities.

Olivia Coleman does a marvelous job playing a rather unfeeling woman.

All hail the ice queen as she is called.

What acting!!!

And poor Princess Margaret, played by the great Helena Bonham Carter, plays a drunk. 

You watch the film and you feel virtuous, or fairly virtuous, says I.

What is for lunch. I am terribly hungry.

Why, a big salad!

Your loving blogger, Ruth Z Deming

Remembering yet again RBA

 

The late Ron Abrams was a real fan of the Mummers and traveled to Center City to film them. THIS is not the Mummers, but is taken in Michigan.

People from MI are called Michiganners.

All info from Morning Brew.

My morning brew is a tea concoction with a peach flavor. YUM !!!

 On Friday and Saturday, TSA screened about 42% of the passenger volume for comparable days last year. But they were still two of the busiest days at U.S. airports since the pandemic began. 

• That happened right after the CDC warned against traveling for Thanksgiving, and Johns Hopkins reported record confirmed Covid cases. 

Across all transportation modes, AAA is projecting a roughly 10% decline from last year’s Thanksgiving. 

Important note: The CDC isn’t worried about the disease spreading on airplanes as much as people traveling in order to gather in large groups. 

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My Holiday Promise:

Will finish THE MIST by Ragnar Johannsson today.

Read it last night in bed next to a stack of skyscraper-high books and catalogs.

Where is my HEIFER catalog. Wanna send it to a friend as a Xmas gift.

Gonna do dat now before the mailman comes.

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BEDTIME READING

Stephen King, sorry to avoid you and IF IT BLEEDS

but I've found a new auteur hailing from Norway

who creeps me out like no one ever did.

Oh, Stephen, I loved Gerald's Game and that film

with Kathy Bates breaking every bone in an innocent's

or so we think, legs.

The sun's out. Shall I fling off Nurse Harriet's robe and

walk around the block.

I'll ask Mommy and Daddy.

Remembering the Day JFK was assassinated

 Just emerged from My Reading Room, where I made good progress on THE MIST by Ragnar Jonasson.

It is truly frightening! I had thought it was a book of short stories, but it's a novel.

While lying on the couch reading, with green blanket across my body, I felt anudder book!

It was WHY WE DRIVE, which I had insisted to the library I had returned.

If you're my age, 74, you remember this day - November 22, 1963.

The Day John F Kennedy was shot.

Guess what I have baking in the oven? I have my timer ticking here on the TV Table for 35 minutes.

I can't wait as I'm sooooo hungry!

Another one of AMY'S INDIAN DINNERS. 

When Kennedy was shot, I was taking the yellow rapid transit home from school. There wasn;t a single sound on the rapid.

Nancy Wolen was with me. 

Walter Kronkite, the father of our nation, kept us abreast of the situation. 

In those days we had a mommy and a daddy and siblings.

Dad worked at Majestic Specialties and I wore beautiful clothes. 

Do you know I still wake up in my huge house and think, Where are Mommy and Daddy?

Scott buys me Hellmann's Mayonnaise. When you think you're finished, there is still about a quarter of a cup left.

Such waste is unthinkable for me.

Went outside to the Yellow Plastic Bin and plunked it inside.

Oh! My short story EILEEN;S COAT was rejected by ,,,, I cannot remember the name, but they said it was rejected in the first round.

I certainly felt bad. But of course I will submit it somewhere else. I cannot use punctuation marks on here, my laptop, be I can;t find them. 

Drove to CVS to pick up my Tacrolimus, antirejection med. I remembered to make a RIGHT on Davisville Road and found the place fine. I was the second in line.

Signed the receipt but forgot to take my meds.

The lady, wearing mask, stopped me before I left.

When I come in the house from the compost heap or plastic bin I wash my hands with DOVE SOAP in the bathroom. Previously I was using soap that was vanishing day by day.

Okay, back to Raglan !!!!

Thanksgiving - Poem about Lenni Lenape

 Groovin’ Low

BY A. B. SPELLMAN

my swing is more mellow

these days: not the hardbop drive

i used to roll but more of a cool

foxtrot. my eyes still close

when the rhythm locks; i’ve learned

to boogie with my feet on the floor

i’m still movin’, still groovin’

still fallin’ in love

TO READ MORE, go to Poetry Foundation. 

I'm sure my readers wanna know what I was doing reading Spellman.

What? You don't!!!

Was gonna write a fan letter to Ahmad Jamal who is playing now on my kitchen stereo. Learned about his influences and peers. He is 90 years old.  Born July 2, 1930 in Pittsburgh, which he said has had a big influence on him. 

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Woke up around 5 am. Loaded lots of obnoxious items in the Yellow Plastic Bin kept in Scott's yard.

This included smelly bleach, plastic salad containers, containers holding test strips.

Twas brillag outside, so I went for a walk in my huge back yard, wearing my PJs and rain hat that looks like Vera's from her mystery show. 

Oh no! An errant leaf was growing over the Adams' fence. Brought a scissors outside and lopped it off. 

Shhh! Decided not to write a fan letter to Jamal. This will suffice!

Jamal I think you're fantastic! My son/law Ethan Iverson gave me your CDs to borrow and they're in my middle room, THE READING ROOM.

I listen to his music every day bc I don't wanna hear the radio or read the Times about the president's ways to subvert the election.

Jamal may like el presidente, we never know.

Two more hours to Film Noir.

The Times had a shocking expose on Stalin's Gulag. Some survivors are still alive and fondly remembered Stalin, as he saved his country from the German attempt to starve them to death outside St Petersburg.

Perhaps you would like a Tiffany Easter egg.

Orders from on high are to skip Thanksgiving, which no one will do. Scott and I will celebrate on his day off. 

The highlight will be Mrs Smith's Frozen Apple Pie w vanilla ice cream on top.

WHAT A BACK YARD

If we excavated, we would find The Lenni Lenape below

Some are still alive

but their culture's ruined by the Europeans

disease rampant

just like today.

We call ours

coronavirus

We await the savior vaccine. 

A.B. Spellman, "Groovin’ Low" from Things I Must Have Known. Copyright © 2008 by A.B. Spellman. 

Main Chore Fini

 Who can I tell, thinks I.

Then I remember.

Me blog.

Redid my list of DOCTORS I see and put it in the same place as the old list. 

Also did my Personal List with everyone's phone number. 

Then I tossed everything in the trash bag awaiting the Yellow Plastic Bin.

I use these large envelopes with the name on the back of FLEET in Wilmington, DE. 

Shall I walk around block?

If I wear a LONG COAT I will not feel too cold.

Perhaps I'll come up with an idea for a short story, due at 2:30 pm.

Here's my favorite, which is in my bedroom closet.

LADY WITH A LAPDOG by Anton Chekhov. View here. 

Hello again Marcus Barone

 

This is our friend Marcus Barone, who dedicated one of his songs to The Greenwold Family. The song was Savage Lover.

His goal was to write movie music and he succeeded!

Read about him here. 

Marcus, we have a great classical music station here in suburban Philadelphia. WRTI-FM. Deborah Lew Harder is doing our morning meditation - breathe in, breathe out. 

She is a gifted pianist herself.

So is my son/law Ethan Iverson. DO look him up. 

Loads of people are losing their jobs here.

But movie music, one would think, is always needed to brush our tears away. 

Lynn and I enjoy bagels and lox on my back porch

PART TWO of my poem for Mama

Double space refuses to come out. What's that thunderous noise on the roof? Santa Claus? Rudolph? Aunt Ethel? DAD ! Dont be shy. Lookin' good, Dad, after that cancer scare where we thought we'd lose you. And did. Go ahead and kiss your wife. She won't mind. Who's that barking outside? Ellen, go bring him in. He keeps running away, fathering baby Trissies. Kisses ! 92 kisses for our beloved mother Bernice Begis Greenwold. What a name! I promise to name my next child Bernice in your honor.

I rarely throw out old poems unless they're truly terrible. My sister Ellen gave me this one about my late mother. BTW, the wind is blowing fiercely outside. Just stuck my head out the front door. And the door itself is trying to open. May I go first? Camp Lejeune NC Thanks for birthing me on Christmas Day a birthday few can forget A ragtag crew came flying out See them now flying overhead like a Chagall painting? Donna with her black hair floating behind her, back fixed by Dr Reardon nothing can stop this Brave Barista Is that Ellen tumbling across the sky pockets filled with gluten-free goodies those award-winning white meringue kisses studded with chocolate chips Black-haired Lynnie sails in tow thumbs up with a peace sign on her T-shirt smelling of the Patchouli and incense sold at the legendary Now and Then Shop that melted into a soap store on the banks of the Delaware Search the sky for The Ame! A balloon brings her in from Oregon. The only one to escape the snows of the East Coast and our Family. David, thanks for dropping in at the end of the table See you've adjusted to the digital age with your new Canon Camera. Yes, we've all growed up, all us children you loved and taped on your recorder whose tape has frayed the way our aging bodies are giving way but not giving up the ghost. READ PART TWO ON NEXT POST

Talked to many people on my regular phone - my short story EILEEN'S COAT

 Wait a sec. Is that my sister Amy calling from the state of Washington?

I quickly scribbled her phone number and called her back.

She has a tremendously challenging job as a medical librarian. They had never had one before.

She bought a lovely house, large enough to hold her own home plus a home office in the back.

I'm so proud of you, Amy, I said.

She and I discussed the possibility of my writing a memoir. 

She encouraged me. And so I shall.

After all, it will be a couple of years before the coronavirus vaccine is developed. 

...

As usual, I gave feedback to everyone in Beatriz's group including B herself who wrote about the hummingbird moth. 

She discussed all its stages, larvae, pupa, building a tent. Everybody loved her story.

I commented that since no one had reviewed EILEEN'S COAT I wouldn't stick around but would go upstairs and read.

Am making headway in THE PANDEMIC by Robin Cook. Excellent. Found it in the wooden cupboard way up on my street.

When next I went there with three books of Scott's the cupboard was locked.

The 76 yr old novelist, born in 1944, is still writing.

What I did was to put the three books on the front porch, cover em with a cushion, since it was drizzling, and hope the folks got them.

Why they locked the cupboard was a mystery. Did they think I would take all the books. I am continuing to read THREE BOOKS BY FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT and really loving em.

...

So I'm talking to Amy and Blanche Lipshutz calls. We have a marvelous talk. Blanche reminds me that many years ago I drove to her condo to pick up Cogentin, a side effect pill, from when I was taking lithium. Larry Schwartz had prescribed it.

My hair, she said, hung like wet ribbons. How poetic is that?. 

She mentioned that she had worn a green coat from a deceased individual, just as I'd worn Eileen's tweed coat. 

I'd mailed Blanche a bday card saying a little birdie told her - her daughter Judy of course) that it was her birthday. And she sang the birthday song to me.

SWEET  !!!!

At 5 pm the phone will ring and Scott will tell me the pizza is ready. Cauliflower crust. They also have that in Seattle. Our family does eat healthy.

Thank you Scottie!!!

54 minutes left. Is that correct? 4:12 pm until 5 pm.

Obama's new book THE PROMISED LAND. The first of two volumes.

Should I buy it?

Book Review of Can You Transplant an Old Tree is published - My delicious dinner and more - Brrrr cold today - Sharon Tevelson is dead

 

I always enjoy writing book reviews when I really like the book, which I did.

Eva wrote me, "This is the longest, most detailed review I have ever seen. I thank you so very much, Ruth."

I am not Catholic, though, but Lutheran. It doesn’t matter.

I actually corrected it on Amazon. 

View the review here. 

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Walked around the block twice. First around lunch time dressed very warmly. While my favorite dress was drying on my body, I read the current issue of The Times Chronicle and decided to write a Letter to the Editor.

My sister Lynn checked it for me.

Oh, hold on. I wanna call Freda at Paul's Run in the Northeast and see how she's doing.

Oops, not Frida Kahlo, the sometime wife of Diego Riviera.

...

Absolutely shocking news!

Freda Samuels is fine. She sleeps and eats, sleeps and eats.  

She is 94 years old and one of my great friends. 

This pandemic creates havoc across the world.

I asked about her daughter Sharon.

"Sharon died," she said.

I WAS SHOCKED!!!

Sharon lived in Jersey in a beautiful house and her mailbox was overflowing.

Apparently something was in there from a cousin in AZ or somewhere, he was notified, and he notified Freda.

Sharon had cats and raised wounded birds.

What on earth was the state of her house?

I HAD TO CALL SOMEONE, so I called Ada. We talked for a while.

Tomorrow I will send a card. 

Sharon is buried in King David Cemetery in the Northeast. I used to pass it on my way to work at Bristol-Bensalem Human Services.

Who the hell knew that Freda's beloved daughter would be buried there?

I am eating rice now. It's the perfect food to eat, very soothing. 

I took a shine to this lobster boat, so here it is for all my fans

 

My Priceless Summer on a Maine Lobster Boat Luna Soley, Outside During her college break, the author went all in on solitude—living alone on a Down East island and working for one of the area’s few female skippers. Luna Soley reflects on a time of loneliness, hard work, and natural beauty.

Here I am sitting on Red Couch finishing up my Cream of Mushroom and Onion Soup with a hint of caraway seeds to spice it up.

Made contact with:

A fellow from Mars

A dead friend of mine - Hello Nick and Stephen

Or Alex, who is a landscaper and will trim my beard or my overgrown shrubs in the back yard

The soup is delicious.

Watched a good film noir starring Gene Tierney and her psychoanalysist husband played by Richard Conte. Jose Ferrer was a fascinating character.

He could hypnotize himself and perform operations on his own body without pain.

Here comes Bob walking down the adjoining street. Must have finished his demolition job.

He is the last of the Sanders family.

Ain't no more.

Quite sad.

INTO THE PLASTIC YELLOW BIN

The rain pours down

as I toss in the debris

Boom boom.

Cardboard cartons 

An empty wine bottle

And the vanished hopes

and dreams of its owner

sailing on her lobster boat

the wind blowing through her hair.

Yes, I miss my childhood, do you miss yours? Poem: CUP OF HOT CHOCOLATE

 When I was a kid, our family would travel to different states. I would collect those small bars of soap that came with the room.

I'd wrap them in toilet paper and bring them home, then I'd put them in my top drawer, wrapped in tinfoil.

I am reminded of this by someone on WRTI-FM, a composer, who did the same thing.

Am eating a couple of eggs now, a cut-up Compari tomato, and garlic.

Delicious!

Am also making Mushroom-Onion soup in the crockpot in a base of almond milk.

Made delicious cocoa sweetened with real maple syrup.

Okay back to my back porch where I will continue reading my teacher's book. The typeset is irregular with misspellings but I am enjoying the book.

At first I started reading it on Scott's porch but I knew yellow jackets would drown in the hot chocolate.

Ecstasy for them but not for me.

CUP OF HOT CHOCOLATE

Hard to believe but the cup I just drank out of

traveled from my sister Donna's house when it flooded

and was filled to the brim with mud.

The cup with designs of grapes and fruits of the earth

has a teeny tiny crack, which I cherish, saying

yet again, No one is perfect. Not a one of us.

I don't even try.

Thank you Lynn for bringing me delicious food !!!

 Nothing like sitting on the back steps and having lunch.

Menu: Sloppy Joe (not you President-Elect) made with Turkey meat and veggies. 

Junior size quiches filled with delectable veggies.

My favorite tea: Lavender. Most folks have never heard of it but it's wonderful.

Lynn looked great in a pair of Mommy's pearls. 

When my sister Ellen was just here she said she called one of our relatives, Elaine Begis, who is doing well in a nursing home in St. Louis, MO.

These folks are the same age as Mom was when she died - 97.

Bob's Home Improvement is here now to fix the screens which let water in. The windowsills are moldy already.

Earlier today I sat on my front steps with my refilled cup of Lavender Tea and continued reading THE SECRET GARDEN. Incredibly well-written and fun to read.

Got it in one of those Wooden Library Shelves with plastic cover on top of our street.

Yes, it's a good day!

BTW, just checked my sugar level.

It's a decent 179.

Treasure those old photos!

 The Greenwold Family must be vacationing in Miami, Florida. 

Thanks, Sister Ellen, for sending us this photo of Mommy and Daddy, Gramma Lily, cousin Susan Grant holding curly-haired Amy and little Ruthie.

Quite a good film with an all-star cast including Ingrid Bergman and Omar Sharif.

Read about it here. 

Just got home from Scott's where I finished watching a film called THE YELLOW ROLLS ROYCE - a war film - and read part of my teacher Eva R Priestly's book CAN YOU TRANSPLANT AN OLD TREE.

The book is marvelous! Highly recommended for young and old. It's her 14th book. Dates back to her birth in Berlin, Germany, and the terrible travails she and her family went through during World War I and World War II.

Gotta grab something to eat now. Can't go too long, as a person with diabetes, w/o eating something.

Baked beans. Delicioso!

Will write more later.

Pray with me, Preying Mantis - Nuffin like Delicious Hot Coffee Drunk out on the Back Porch

 ALEX TREBEK, Longtime host of Jeopardy, has died.

Read it here. 

Everyone has heard of Jeopardy.

Even Gramma Green used to watch from the furry brown couch in Uncle Marvin and Aunt Selma's Family Room, that once was a dining room.

She died from a family blood disease we all wonder if we're gonna get.

Scott and I watched THIS MAGNIFICENT CAKE! I checked it out of the library and enjoyed it very much. The figures were not real. Asked Sarah if she saw it and described the film as unbelievably strange, bizarre, and unforgettable. Loads of nude photos.

MY DARLING GRANDCHILDREN WERE HERE TODAY.

I was so excited to see the Little Masked Man and Little Woman and Big DAN. 

First though we stopped at Weinrich Bakery as it closes today at 2 pm.

Got loads of goodies. 

Since we were all wearing masks, the woman behind the counter could not hear me say, a small Cheese Danish and a Small Peach Danish.

The two large ones could have been used as hockey pucks.

I brewed a cuppa instant coffee and ate it with these Diabetes Foes. 

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Max is scared of bugs so we all ate on my new white back porch, distanced safely.

I, however, took my Danish outside and sat on one of the deck steps.

We talked about religion. 

Told him I have a blue Buddha in the front yard, which is all covered with overgrown grasss.

Showed it to him and Grace. The two of them were pretend fighting in the back yard.

It's okay to be Christian or Buddhist or Jewish like I am or to have no religion at all.

I asked them who was elected president. I always use the Socratic method when I speak to them. Or, in fact, to neighbor George, who Scott and I just passed on our brief walk down the block.

George, from Colombia, was ecstastic that Biden was elected. We all noted the work he must do. They were cheering in Europe, as  we will return to NATO and the Paris Accords and fair competition with China.

Oh, the lovely items Sarah and I bought on our trip to Paris. 

As Scott and I walked around da block I told him my back was feeling much better. I exercise just about every day. 

He'll go in the house and try to nap - "I like my Ruthie with me," he says, as it helps him to sleep.

Me: It's too beautiful a day. I think I'll go read on the back porch.

I am now in recovery from pretzel sticks, per my family doctor.

Scuse me while I boil anudder cuppa java.

Hi, I'm back.

Neighbors from down the street, Grace and Olivia, were on their scooters.

Would you like to see a preying mantis, I asked

One of them wanted to see it.'

I'm gonna stand back here, I said, but you'll see it beneath the mailbox.

Cool, she said.

In fact, they're gonna study a unit on insects these season.

Shall we become older students - for extra credit - and study the Mantis family here?

Sip sip sip on my coffee.

I took anudder bite of my huge dinner-plate sized Danish and it was so sweet I spat it out.

No, I'm not gonna lose my life and my toes because of you!

Then I raced out the door, yes, I have loads of energy, and threw the entire WEINRICH BAKERY box in the Yellow Plastic Bin.

And now, before it gets too dark, gonna read out on the back porch.

READING ON THE ENCLOSED BACK PORCH

Was there ever a happier girl than me?

Sitting on a kitchen chair I found years ago

at a garage sale on Sleighride Road

What shall I read first?

I shall carry them down in a swinging

blue bag, dip inside, and read the first

one that comes up.

Thank you Buddha!

What a wonderful day! Poem: Take a chance and be brave

 I couldn't figure out how to get on blog, so I tried it from downstairs laptop, where I am now, and it worked. 

Am probably gonna write a short story called JIMMY'S LOCKET about a jade necklace Jimmy's father gave me when I worked at Bristol Bensalem Human Services.

I am excited!!!

Photo from Internet.

Last night when I went upstairs to read, I ended up watching a fantastic play that made me laugh aloud.

Last night I broke into my box of Triscuits and only ate 5, a new record, plus a spoonful of peanut butter for protein.

I just took a long drink of cold water, since I'd had Ralston Purina for breakfast and had walked around the hilly block. 

Hey Neighbor Patrick: Are you carrying a large cuppa coffee to your van - and are those golf clubs?

Mailman Sean just delivered the mail. All junk but one bill I will pay today. 

POEM:  TAKE A CHANCE AND BE BRAVE

We all have a dark side and the president brought it out for four disgraceful years

Many of us stood firm and did not bend though we talked amongst us, crying

How can this be?

The Almighty will provide

The Almighty will provide

I implored, wringing my hands.

The Almighty took his time.

Come sup with me 

We shall enjoy our meal

More than ever.

Hmm, what foods shall I buy?

Meet my new Houseplant - Poem for new plant

 

"Scindapsus silver satin" plant from White Flower Farm in Morris, Connecticut. 

Photo from ETSY.

WELCOME TO MY SUNNY HOME

With surgical precision I cut open the thick cardboard

A gift from Ada and Rich

I'll be in surgery all night, I thought, and it's not even

Covid-19

Careful, mustn't get soil on carpet

Though my sister Lynn has a "crumber" for

tabletop messes

Jews like me often have naming ceremonies

The name must be meaningful 

and as beautiful as the plant itself

Yes, she's a beauty, an Elizabeth Taylor

a Princess Meghan, an Audrey Hepburn

We have renamed her

"Biden" she shall be called, for he and his

family are ascending the mantle of our country

I hold out my cup of Pumpkin Spice and

drink to that, as the wars will eventually

cease. Patience is at hand.

Patience and kindness and love.

Joe Biden, born in 1942.

Photography during the pandemic and more - Miss you George Schuler

Thanks for the great photos, Sister Lynn.

She is very strict and won't let anyone inside unless they wear a mask. 

What a great breakfast I just had. Two eggs, garlic, pinto beans and a couple shakes of green Tabasco sauce.

Am thoroughly enjoying many books. 

Sarah said we read it together. 

I also made headway last night in Robin Cook's PANDEMIC

Like the three books I found in the wooden cupboard at the top of Cowbell - Little Lord Fauntleroy and one other -  The Pandemic was there.

The Pandemic is not especially well written, but the reader longs to find out what happened. WHY did the woman with the heart transplant die?

No no, I said to myself last night. You will not read about it online.

How dreadful it would be if I didn't listen to music when I blog downstairs on my laptop, like I am now.

Did I tell you my family doctor, James Foxhall, wants me to omit pretzels in my evening snacks.

Or else, I may end up in 

Snyder's Funeral Home. We keep the FUN in funeral.

JOE BIDEN is in the lead.

ENOUGH ALREADY!!!

Get thee to your books, Ruthie!

Weather sunny and 71, tomorrow same as today.

Right now 54 and going up to 71.

Final Brandenburg Concerto No. 6 coming up now.

A spirit of repose.

Shall we listen together?