Wednesday, June 30, 2021

In person Visit with Dr James D Foxhall

 

Drove in the HEAT WAVE to my visit with James D Foxhall, MD.

Scott drove me there. I did not sleep a wink though when I awoke very early I watched a documentary on Julius Caesar by Tony Robinson, I believe, that did put me to sleep.

Then we drove over. Scott had on his AC.

Aside: Patch.com wrote that the Supreme Court of PA ordered Bill Cosby released from prison.

Dyou think there is anyone out there who would like to try their luck with that man and see what happens?

So I had a very long wait for Dr Foxhall when I went in. Got my temp taken in the waiting room. It was fine.

Scott later told me he was walking around outside and sweat was pouring off him, so he got back in his car.

Foxhall has a way of making me feel good.

That's why he is my doctor!

He said my heart is very strong! He also said I have very strong legs. Was doing my back exercises in his office while I awaited Randy Alston, I believe, to take my blood.

He was very good and sensitive. Had a butterfly needle.


Two vials.

Told Foxhall my vision has gotten worse. Said I could see everything in his office. So I'll make an appt with Armstrong, Colt.

Will also get the poop test.

He gave me the kit and showed me how it works. I had tried a couple of years ago but will do it this time.

What? I'm compliant?

He also noted I had lost weight. 134 lbs.

Told him I ride my bike at night to lower my blood sugar.

He said that was a great idea.

He and his family just got back from a vacation on Bellmawr Beach in New Jersey.


How delightful it is in my air-conditioned house, with my fan trained on me.

Told him I'm part of a Saturday writing group and that our leader, Beatriz, has multiple myeloma and that I donate to that cause.

Remember, tho, that Irv Yalom's wife had died from that. He is the father of group therapy and our class had used his book.


I do have a couple of ideas for short stories. And of course I have my second novel called MY FATHER'S KEEPER but I must find it.


Tuesday, June 29, 2021

KREMP DELIVERS !!!

 Today is June 29, Amy's birthday!


Her daughter Natalie was there with her husband Dion.

Both have jobs.

They were talking when there was a knock on the door.

YES, a knock!

It was the birthday package from Kremp Florist.

Amy told the woman who delivered it not to fall down the steps. Dangerous, I guess.

Amy loved what came in the box, plus you can save the box.

Fruit plus special cheese and crackers.

Amy was very pleased. I said I can order the cheese up here.

Blue cambazola. Part camembert.

Their HEAT WAVE has just about ended. She mentioned I am still hibernating, which is true.

Told her about my Vermont Country Store where I order many things. We just ordered Scott two pair of summer shorts.

I walked very early this morning and then actually ate my Ralston Purina with peanut butter and berries of all types, good for your health.

No need to respond. I just wanted to tell the Girls what is happening.

LIFE: Unless you experienced it, you would not understand. Right Mom? Right Dad?

Love Ruth 

...
Am reading several books from the library.

So far I don't like ANY of them.

But who says I have to read them.

....
Scott woke up late. We discussed the lousy mail we got.

He got something from the BLUE BELL INN, not far away, to discuss Retirement Plans.

Look in my mailbox, I told him.

Sure enuf, I had already recycled it. Sent it to my friends THE HODGES.

BUT I did miss the mailman. As you may know, it breaks my heart.

Well, as Scarlett told Rhett, Tomorrow is another day.





Monday, June 28, 2021

Cornbread filled with berries - new backless slippers - Horrible heat - shall we quote Dante's Inferno - Sister Amy's Birthday

Luscious cornbread mix. It's filled with berries. And since there is only me, I ate the whole thing in three days. If you refrigerate it, it gets tough. Same with when I used to bake bread. 

Since I didn't have milk I used bone broth. My measurements were wrong. I keep em in my tiny knickknack paddywack drawer, along with rubber bands and twisties. 

Took about an hour to scrub the glass pan clean. Then I dry it in my oven. By pilot light.

Slippers from ZAPPOs. Tried everywhere else and then - bingo - the ZAPPOs image showed up. 
Exquisite blue hydrangeas. At my kitchen sink. Darn, they are wilting already. Kalie is barking across the street. It sounds like she's saying RUTH RUTH RUTH. Her mistress Nancy has colitis but I don't know where she is. Colitis. Good lord, that woman gets everything that comes down the pike. 

 Was up very late. Listened to the radio in my room while I wept. I mean, while I read a book that is due today. A Distant Sun, A Novel of Africa. Erotic parts. About Henry who goes to Africa to set up missionaries. His wife is Emma.

Early this morning I set out walking around the block. The temp felt like, oh, 70. No one was about. I noticed my gait was straighter than usual.

And as I turned the corner, the same woman was backing out of her drive in a red car and nearly ran me over.

...

Wrote a very good poem for Amy who is 65, the youngest one. Donna mentioned she can get Medicare now. 

Bought her gifts from KREMP. Spoke to Augustina. Quelle nom !  675 6500, is that correct? 

Gonna make a salad lunch and then read the Africa book. 


The author.

AUTHOR AUTHOR AUTHOR ARTHUR

Sunday, June 27, 2021

Got carried away with Falafel Crisps and Ancient Egypt

Let us look up

Precious objects from early Egyptian dynasties. Who is this man/mummy


Amenhotep III (Ancient Egyptianimn-ḥtp(.w) "Amun is Satisfied";[4] Hellenized as Amenophis III), also known as Amenhotep the Magnificent, was the ninth pharaoh of the Eighteenth Dynasty. According to different authors, he ruled Egypt from June 1386 to 1349 BC, or from June 1388 BC to December 1351 BC/1350 BC,[5] after his father Thutmose IV died. Amenhotep III was Thutmose's son by a minor wife, Mutemwiya.[6]

His reign was a period of unprecedented prosperity and splendour, when Egypt reached the peak of its artistic and international power. When he died in the 38th or 39th year of his reign, his son initially ruled as Amenhotep IV, but then changed his own royal name to Akhenaten.

I had accidentally left open my side door. Looking out - I was on the phone with Debbie - I saw the woman with Green Hair.

How gorgeous she looked. Wanted to follow her down the street but of course I knew better. She had her two dogs with her.

Salad for dinner.


From Ocean City NJ.


Summertime - time of celebration and death - Listen to Zachary Richard

 


A perfect day to have a family reunion and swim in Roger's pool.


Meanwhile I'm snacking on Falafel Chips from Vermont Country Store.

Something new for me, instead of my usual Snyder Pretzel Dippers.

Oh no! Hope the two snacks don't duke it out. 



ON AMERICAN ROOTS LIVE is a unique singer from Creole Country Louisiana. His name is ZACHARY RICHARD. The surname is pronounced the French way. 

Two accordions are now playing.


This is not Lawrence Welk style. This swings bigtime!!!



WE ARE SO FORTUNATE WE ARE STILL ALIVE and involved with life.

My son Daniel told me his next door neighbor BUD just died of a heart attack. Scott and I were shocked since we have met Bud. 

Member supported WXPN. 

DEATH COMES FOR SEVERAL FRIENDS

Ingrid was 81 but she didn't wanna die
Freda was 96 but her time was up
Bud, a real kidder and all around nice guy was 60
What can I do to prolong my life?
Eat more chocolate?
More crispy Falafel quackers?
Or, like the antlered deer in my backyard
Crash through the forest 
and drown myself in magnificent greenery.

Friday, June 25, 2021

A hot day for a funeral - Ingrid Fisher - Bedlam in Miami Beach as bldg collapses

 IN LIEU OF FLOWERS


Isn't that what they always say?

I will honor you then, Ingrid Marie

With a walk in the park.

Throw away that walker which got you down

Off to Pennypack Trust we go

The air smells divine

The Pennapacka Creek, named for the native Americans

Greets the two of us

With wild bird calls and gurgles and small waterfalls.

The Bible says, There is a time for all seasons

And that's where you and I set sail

Your daddy will be there

We'll leave Craig back home on Webster Ave

to finish up the laundry.

Today is all yours as each shiny star in the sky

Not to be confused with fireflies

Reaches for their darling Ingrid Marie.

...

I praised what Pastor Ellen long German name had to say, how comforting it was.

Told them I am Jewish.

At half time I feared I was getting low so I drove to Hatboro McDonalds and ordered, with mask on, a cheese sausage egg biscuit.

Yum!

Sat on a curb in the shade and ate THE WHOLE THING!

After dat I would read my poem.

Injected 10 units in leg after eating, this was at the funeral home before going in.

Signs read Flowers from The Sisters. And flowers from Eric and the Family.

Or something like dat. They were from Kremp. Where else? 


I met Craig and Ingrid's son Eric. Tall man, very nice, married to Lori. They have three boys. Chase and two others. 

Met Ingrid's two sisters, Helen and Elsie. Helen is married to Nile. I mentioned he looked like Mitch O'Connell. He countered with, People say Tip O'Neill. 
....

Will leave shortly for THE GERMAN CLUB in Warminster.

Twill be very hard to find. I did not wanna drive to the cemetery.

Never found the German Club though it was very close to Univest whom I asked for direx.

May I steal a pen, I asked.

...
Called the German Club to apologize for not being able to find it. They had served a chicken dinner and desserts.

What's interesting about the German Club is the folks that below come from a particular region of Germany, hence the name of the club.

vereinigung-erzgebirge

We can only wonder if they are antisemites.


I was very impressed with President Joe Biden as I watched a live televised conference for Gay Pride, or the full name LGBTQ. He introduced this young man who was born a girl, but had surgery and shots to become his authentic self.

Joe was very relaxed - moreso than I'd ever seen him.

...

The collapsed building in Miami now holds out little hope for rescue. Perhaps 250 missing persons



  




Wednesday, June 23, 2021

My new slippers sans backs

 A thin and palely loitering lady in pink is walking up Sleighride Road.

And I am about to report a dream.

Shortly.

Mike Maccrone reports that my taxes are finished.

Had I not reminded them, I would still owe years after my untimely death.

In the dream, and excuse me while I sip thru a straw of cold V8 in a can.

YOW is that ever tasty.

My slip-on bedroom slippers arrived this morning via UPS from ZAPPOS.


As usual I was watching movies.

For breakfast I ate cornbread with berries of many types, with peanut butter on top.

In the dream I am walking around in my new slippers.

I am in an empty parking lot, goose stepping from one place to another.

It is very very difficult.

...

I finally got the July Aug issue of Atlantic Rem wanted me to read.. the bio of Boris Johnson.

Okay, Okay,

And I got Marcy's postcard. At first I thought it was a free sample of older women's diapers, but I was not so lucky.

It was Marcy's phone number.

Yes, I shall call her now.

Three hours' difference.

Then I've gotta work on a short story.

When the idea comes, do it or lose it.


This is the akuba plant in my front yard.

POEM

Behind my mottled akuba I love for the splotched paint style leaves

is a sneaky golden flower 

a killer

a serial killer

that will knock out every akuba leaf

without a sound

watch that honeysuckle do her dirty deeds.

Find more photos of Raquel Welch, born in 1940, below.

https://womenadvance.com/stories/raquel-welchs-life-pictures/






Tuesday, June 22, 2021

Ingrid Fisher died at age 81

 

Obituary

Ingrid Marie Fisher of Warminster passed away peacefully on Thursday, June 17, 2021 at her residence within Christ’s Home Retirement Community.  She was 81 years old.  She was the beloved wife of Craig Fisher, with whom she had shared 53 years of marriage.  She was born in Philadelphia, the daughter of the late Wilhelm and Else Sprinzing.

After graduating from the Lankenau School, Ingrid went on to attend the Pierce School of Business Administration (now known as Pierce College).  She was an employee of Asplundh in Willow Grove and Strawbridge and Clothier department store in Jenkintown.  Her life centered around her family and friends.  She enjoyed reading, the theater arts, and traveling.  She will be remembered for her enduring determination to persevere through any challenge that she faced throughout her lifetime.

In addition to her husband, Ingrid is survived by her son, Eric Fisher, his wife Lori and three grandsons, Tyler, Chase and Luke.  She is also survived by her sisters, Elsie Harpf and Helen Linn and her husband, Nile.

Relatives and friends are invited to her visitation on Friday, June 25th from 10-11am at Schneider Funeral Home, 431 N. York Road, Hatboro.  A private family service will immediately follow.  Her internment will then take place at George Washington Memorial Park in Plymouth Meeting.

In lieu of flowers, donations may be sent to Christ’s Home Retirement Community, 1 Shepherd’s Way, Warminster, PA 18974.

To send flowers to the family or plant a tree in memory of Ingrid M. Fisher, please visit our floral store.

INGRID, I remember I used to visit you and Craig at your old house on Webster Avenue in Abington, a plain old house, like one's grandparents might have lived in. 

Tonight you are sleeping under an enormous moon, a blurry moon, as if it has a lace curtain pulled over it. If only you could see it.

People nowadays don't necessarily believe in an afterlife. You and I never spoke about that. Where were our deep conversations? 

I had actually written a poem about you and Craig when you were getting ready to sell your house on Webster Avenue. You loved the poem. So did he. I mentioned his hairy chest. Both of you had a deep interest in the arts.

I see now I must write a short story about you both. Remember that moon, Ruthie, and your cornbread and berries. How bout a nice glass of cold milk?

Of course.

Did I mention my new slippers came in the mail today?

Zappos. 7 M

You had a big upright piano at home. Did you sell it to Van Jeweler?

A cool breeze enters my living room. Kyle, an exterminator, was roaming our neighborhood for hours today, trying to get customers. That's why I should close and lock my door.

So long for now, Ingie. They are getting you ready for your last performance on earth. Tomorrow.


Goodbye Ingie - that's what her sisters called her. She was 81. W

 

I have everything but Ingrid's photo.

She looked so young!

Obituary

Ingrid Marie Fisher of Warminster passed away peacefully on Thursday, June 17, 2021 at her residence within Christ’s Home Retirement Community.  She was 81 years old.  She was the beloved wife of Craig Fisher, with whom she had shared 53 years of marriage.  She was born in Philadelphia, the daughter of the late Wilhelm and Else Sprinzing.

After graduating from the Lankenau School, Ingrid went on to attend the Pierce School of Business Administration (now known as Pierce College).  She was an employee of Asplundh in Willow Grove and Strawbridge and Clothier department store in Jenkintown.  Her life centered around her family and friends.  She enjoyed reading, the theater arts, and traveling.  She will be remembered for her enduring determination to persevere through any challenge that she faced throughout her lifetime.

In addition to her husband, Ingrid is survived by her son, Eric Fisher, his wife Lori and three grandsons, Tyler, Chase and Luke.  She is also survived by her sisters, Elsie Harpf and Helen Linn and her husband, Nile.

Relatives and friends are invited to her visitation on Friday, June 25th from 10-11am at Schneider Funeral Home, 431 N. York Road, Hatboro.  A private family service will immediately follow.  Her internment will then take place at George Washington Memorial Park in Plymouth Meeting.

In lieu of flowers, donations may be sent to Christ’s Home Retirement Community, 1 Shepherd’s Way, Warminster, PA 18974.

To send flowers to the family or plant a tree in memory of Ingrid M. Fisher, please visit our floral store.

INGRID had fallen and used a walker. Her fondest desire was to walk alone, to throw away the walker.

I kept loads of notes on her. She used to say, :"Ruth, you can always make me laff. "

Whenever I would write about her I would call her STELLA and Craig was Stan, I think.

My delicious cornbread with fresh berries inside

 Dear Ruth, 


Throughout America, too many children still lack the support and conditions - from health care to adequate nutrition - that they require to grow and flourish.  That is simply unacceptable.

In the 21st century, every child in America should have the freedom to reach their full potential.

It's our solemn obligation to help all families ensure every child has the support they need to grow and thrive.  The promise of opportunity and freedom for America's children must be a top priority.

That's what my Five Freedoms initiative is all about.  It's a detailed plan to secure the blessings of freedom for the children of today and tomorrow.  Those freedoms include the Freedom to be Healthy, Freedom to be Economically Secure, Freedom to Learn, Freedom from Hunger, and Freedom to be Safe from Harm.


Five Freedoms Infograph

I very much agree with State Senator Robert P Casey, Jr. 

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Streutzel with fresh frozen berries inside.

I was determined to make this today tho I was missing many ingredients.

Followed package directions.

Substituted BONE BROTH for milk. In a tall saucepan I heated up butter and two eggs. BUT the eggs began to cook. STOP.

Added them to an enormous yellow bowl in which I used to mix my bread dough.

This reminded me of my mom so I felt very sad. Turned up the radio.

Now in my long glass pan, I poured in olive oil as I remembered how hard to was to get everything out the last time I made something in there, a mix I had bought at Giant for plain lemon bars. 


My cornbread with berries was a big hit.

Here that, Ma ?

Oh, la coup de grace was adding peanut butter on top of the cornbread for protein.

And that I think will do it for now.

I am drinking very cold water from the rubber udder on my fridge in my DAILY GRIND coffee cup from the Giant.

Ingrid Fisher's funeral is on Friday at Schneider's in Willow Grove. How strange, yet how normal, to write those words.


Monday, June 21, 2021

Father's Day - why not celebrate this joyful occasion

 TO OUR WRITING GROUP - Beatriz, Ken, Linda, Barbara, Rem

Relax.

Have a cup of coffee or tea.

Thank the Almighty for his/her blessings.

Look up at the cloudless blue sky and feel humble.

Each and every one of us has a precious gift of writing.

Remember, in the not to distant future, we will all meet again in person.

Love to all, Ruth Z Deming

HEY I SEE BALLOONS UP IN THE AIR 

...

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO MY SON DANIEL PAUL DEMING

I knew you as a tiny big-nosed baby born in Abington Hospital
My dad said to the relatives
He looks like he doesn't have a Jewish bone in his body.

My boy grew. Good with the girls, I made sarcastic comments that chased away
the sandwich girl, the manic depressive like his ma, and then he found who he
wanted.

Very much wanted. A lithe and slender woman named Nicole, a former Catholic,
they wed in a fine place in Bensalem, under white pillars - the photos are on my
living room wall

Her father, who made her cry, attended, but later severed his life.
My Dan created the life he wanted. A young boy Max who adores him,
a moody girl, Grace, who trusts him, and a mother, whom he will help
whenever she needs it.

Soar with the sun, my boy, soar and do well in all you do.
AWESOME MAN. 

...

I also wrote a poem about my son/law Ethan. 

FATHER'S DAY POEM FOR ETHAN ANDREW IVERSON

You opened up our world
like the golden sun up in the sky
Whatever forces led you to The Greenwold Family
I praise and celebrate them.

May your journey continue
like a monarch butterfly
soaring to its destination.

Yours is unknown.
Forever unknown.
Faith is ours.


Grace Slick - Chronic Alcoholism Kills - People Love Rock Bands

 Yep, that's me, up in the middle of the night. Only thing to do is to pad barefoot to the baffroom and listen to one Rick Fisher from Tulsa OK.

Topic perfect for me. Pelvic Floor Dysfunction. Susan Wilcox, the phyiscal therapist.

Cmon, Susan, Get to the point. 

Leaky bladder. She never discussed how to fix it, so I looked it up myself and sent myself an email.

Kegel exercises.

...

Below is a note from Rem, the Roslyn Postman. 


BTW, I can barely see as I am not wearing my reading glasses. 

Not required for employees, so long as they're vaccinated. We never enforced the mask requirement for customers.                                

     It's safe to travel now, so long as you're vaccinated. All the same, I wouldn't travel internationally--that would probably make me nervous too. I will be travelling (domestically) by plane in September.

     Finished the Richard Himmel novel and started a "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" novel, "Starship Titanic," by Terry Jones. 

    Why would I want to read that? Jones was a member of Monty Python. So far it's not as ribald as I expected, and with some decent situation humor. Unbeknownst to the people on the ship the construction amounted to an insurance scam and the ship is slowly falling apart.--Rem

     Ruth comments that she is surprised she has never read the book. They should  have prescribed it at Goddard College. 

...

Why did I look up Grace Slick? She is still alive - at 81 - but has had TERRIBLE problems with addictions. 

She has all white hair. 

Read about her on Wiki.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grace_Slick

Hope the above link works.

...

Was looking up my famous poem PEOPLE LOVE ROCK BANDS. Wrote this when I went to see Jack Cassady of HOT TUNA at the Keswick.

Entered that poem into several contests. The winner is US, both you and I. Though locating the poem would take several days.

https://ruthzdeming.blogspot.com/search?q=people+love+rock+bands

Here's a terrific blog o mine. 

Click here

...

Why did I get out of bed?

Bad dreams.

Watched on PBS something very moving about native Americans. The man suffered from substance abuse for many years. Was clean for about 18, since he's a role model for his son.

;;;;

Oh! Now I remember last night, she said, like a woman who drank 18 bottles of vodka last night.

Terry Gross of Fresh Air interviewed a Pulitzer Winner and did a very fine job. The girl's dad was incarcerated for years for two rapes. When she and dad finally met, he said, I treated them as if they were objects and not people. I had no empathy for them.

The morrow I will come back after 'naming names.'

Walter Straus - b. 1918 - dunno if he's dead or alive - did not like my poetry.

"Now here's a good poem," he said, and referred me to EVELYN.

Ah, now I remember. It's Evelyn Hope. 

Summary

The speaker of the poem is an older man sitting with the corpse of Evelyn Hope, a 16-year-old girl who has recently died. He is "thrice her age" (line 21). Even though she "had scarcely heard [his] name" (line 9), he longed for her. She was too young to have yet loved, so he never made any direct proposal and wonders whether it is now too late.

He spends much of his address praising her purity and reflecting on how their relationship as "fellow mortals" (line 24) might have made them partners under other circumstances. He assures himself that their union is not forever prohibited and believes God has merely delayed it until they meet again and he can have her.

When they rejoin, he will tell her of the many phases of life he has passed since this moment, but will also assure her that she has always been missing from his happiness. He promises to her corpse that he will always love her. He then places a leaf into her "sweet cold hand" as a secret that she will see when she reawakens with God and which will communicate to her his promise.

Analysis

Despite the profuseness of the speaker's passion in this poem, he is easily categorized as disgustingly creepy. One gets the sense that Browning, in this poem published in 1855, wanted to explore the type of unfettered control fantasy that characterizes the Duke in "My Last Duchess," but without the sophistication in language, the charm, or the dramatic irony that pulls us into the earlier poem. Though a dramatic monologue, this poem lacks dramatic stakes - one gets the sense that the speaker is not worried about being interrupted during his long wail to the corpse, which could suggest he is a powerful man, and so he is able to expound on his feelings.

The most immediate grotesqueness of the situation is its physical circumstances. The speaker has obviously lusted after this girl from afar, without having ever made an effort to introduce himself. He acknowledges that she is too young to have yet loved, but this did not deter him from having developed an attraction deep enough that he believes they are fated to meet again in the afterlife. Again, the fact that she might have "scarcely heard his name," and yet he is given the opportunity to sit for an hour with her corpse suggests that he might be a man of renown who had picked out this young girl as a future conquest.

What is perhaps creepiest about the poem, however, is his insistence on expressing his feelings in such a pronounced pure form. He does not acknowledge the inappropriateness of such an attraction, but instead assumes that her nature of "spirit, fire and dew" (line 20) has made her an appropriate match for him. When he places the leaf in her hand at the poem's end, he means it to be a symbol of something pure and perfect, entirely unaware that he is crossing lines of propriety. The dramatic irony here does not draw us in as the duke's charismatic use of language does in "My Last Duchess", but instead horrifies us more, since this speaker is doubly unaware of how grossly inappropriate his actions and long-gestating affections are.

In the end, the poem is mostly concerned with the psychology of self-delusion. As noted above, the speaker is unaware of the extent of his delusion, so that the further he goes in assuming that he and the girl are fated to be reunited, the more we see his lack of connection with reality. His insistence on understanding their relationship (or lack thereof) in terms of godliness and purity only shields what we can assume is a much baser sexual lust. Of course, he'll never realize this but instead will spend the rest of his life considering himself a martyr for having lost this young girl, which makes the point that despite its title, this poem is not about Evelyn Hope at all but instead about a powerful man's level of delusions and grotesque perversions.

...

Night-night, Little Ruthie.








Sunday, June 20, 2021

Tania Leon, 78, Cuban American Woman Wins Pulitzer for her Stride Sounding Music

 PULITZER PRIZEWINNER 19 Projects

Click above to hear the rhythmic piece. 

It is GREAT !!!

Interview below. 

Tania Leon, 78, won the prize.

Tania León, the 78-year-old Cuban-born composer, won the Pulitzer Prize in Music on Friday for her orchestral work Stride. The Pulitzer jury described the 15-minute piece as a "musical journey full of surprise, with powerful brass and rhythmic motifs that incorporate Black music traditions from the U.S. and the Caribbean into a Western orchestral fabric." The two other finalists were Place, by Ted Hearne and Data Lords by Maria Schneider, both recordings.

Stride received its world premiere by the New York Philharmonic at Lincoln Center Feb. 13, 2020. The music was born out of Project 19, an ambitious commissioning program where 19 women composers were chosen to write music to mark the centennial of the ratification of the 19th Amendment, which gave women the right to vote. León's inspiration was Susan B. Anthony, the women's rights activist and a prominent leader in the suffrage movement.

Reached by telephone Friday afternoon at her home in Nyack, N.Y., León said she was the first musician in her poor Havana family. Her success was a dream of her mother and, especially, her grandmother, who suspected that she was interested in music. "They created a dream and I grabbed the dream and went into the world, and here I am," León said.

Dinner at the Rorer Home, Yesterday

 HAPPY FATHER'S DAY. I just called Dan and said that. I'm very proud of you, I said. 

After watching film noir - Scott slept thru most of it - I was anxious to go to STAPLES to return wrong cartridges.

I drove. I've gotta keep up my driving skills tho Scott went inside. 

We had ordered the WRONG CARTRIDGE.

64 is the kind I need for my HP ENVY PHOTO PRINTER.

We were in luck. FRIENDLY DAVE was on duty and gave us ALL our money back.

Photo at end of blog.

Is this a blog? Or is it an unending story. Or a smorgasbord.

I need to sign a form from BLOOD AND THUNDER authorizing that I wrote the true story ME AND PATTY DUKE. 

While waiting for Scott to emerge from Staples, I walked back and forth, back and forth. Yes, it was hot but not as hot as now!

I looked at my hair in the meer.

What I do is add water to my hair.

It looks MARCELLED. 

What a riot! I actually laffed.

...

The problem with eating at the Rorers - Danny and wife Debbie, Bubby Sherman, Maxine, is that you wait forever for dinner to be served.

No h'ors d'oevres. 

Finally! 

Filet minyon, tender, with roasted onion and red pepper topping, gravy from Maxine, with a big ladel we were forced to use.

Deviled eggs that Dan's late demented mother used to make. We discussed dementia. Couldn't figure out why she got it. Same with Scott's father who suffered for a couple of weeks.

They call him Pop.

The potato salad was good. Purposely not too much mayo was used. How disappointing!

Maxine made a delicious salad with spinach leaves, pecans, and strawberries.

I had cold water to drink.

For dessert we had a delicious cake. I had two pieces.

Very colorful. 

I just capitulated and had one piece of DOVE CHOCOLATE. 





Thursday, June 17, 2021

Freda Samuels is dead

 Just called BERNIE SAMUELS. 

Freda is dead.

Gravesite services last Friday - June 11 - at King David, where Freda's daughter Sharon is buried.

21 or 22 people attended.

Freda had a series of UTIs. Every time she came home from the hospital, she was worse.

May she rest in peace.

They pamper me. "We love you, Ruthie, come any time," says Freda.

 Bernie is a master chef.

He picked up this corned beef at Rednor's. We don't have one around here.

 I ate my corned beef with spicy mustard. Bernie also made roasted taters, which I had to decline b/c they're high in carbs.

Now, at 1:35 on Thursday, I am taking this all in. 

So glad we met. She wrote her memoirs which I will always cherish.

...

Just drove to Hatboro to pick up 500 biz cards from Bux-Mont Stationers.

$45. Not bad and of course Mark Amos does a great job.

I wove in and out of various streets to find his place on South York Road, or was it North. I stopped in at a hardware store and the walrus mustached nice man told me where it was.

Cannot wait to use my first card. 

When I got in my car to drive to the Hat everything I touched was fiery hot. Opening all the windows made it a lot cooler.

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Whew - what a hot day this is! - Poem: A Hot Day Around Here

 Photo of the day from Billy Penn - Philadelphia

I am sipping on my Folger's Decaf my sister Lynn brought me on Visiting Day - where at the penitentiary? - a couple days ago.


Jane Brody phody. 

Am eating my still hot rice and mushrooms and garlic MUSH, which is downright good.

The NY Times Jane E Brody has now declared COFFEE a health food.

Am gonna sit on Scott's park bench and bring a coupla books out with me.

Will wear my sleeveless Picasso shirt as I call it.


A HOT DAY ROUND HERE

The sounds of summer reverberate

Dogs peeking from doorways barking

The unquenchable sun spraying the entire world

And, as far as we know, only one bird, one dog, one spool of cotton thread, one space shuttle

One moon, hit out of the baseball park, and still spinning.


Wednesday, June 16, 2021

Poem: Walking Through Fireflies

 After the PBS Evening News Hour where Biden and Putin met and staked out their territory

Scott and I drove to Hatboro. My old home town. Village Green which exploded after I moved out. In his driveway, I said, Scott, let's just sit here a few minutes and talk.

He opened up his door to let cool air in.

The fireflies were straight ahead.

One two four five nine.

What is their purpose in life, I mused.

What is OUR purpose in life, said Scott. "To ruin the planet?"

Tumbling out of the car, we saw two girls and their large dogs lolling on the sidewalk.

We all began to gab,

I love dogs, I said, I just wouldn't want to own one. Does that make sense?

They understood.

And Scott talked about the many dogs he's owned.

He will get up at 2 am tonight to watch Part II of Mannix on ME-TV.com.

A gibbous moon shown above.

So bright. So cheery. So full of life.

I wove my way up the sidewalk toward my red front door, stood there a while,

as the fireflies swirled all around me, all around me and my silky grey hair

and I thought I felt their soft touch against my beautiful but ancient body.




Goodies Galore from Lynn !

 Sitting and talking in our usual place - the steps on back porch. Now we were saying our Long Goodbyes. 


Now I'll probably finish the dessert Lynn brought from McCaffrey's. A pecan tart. Very tasty and very sweet, like we ate back in Cleveland, at Hough Bakery and New York Bakery. Can't remember what the kosher bakery was called. 

Am drinking what turned out to be ICED DECAF FOLGER'S COFFEE, tho it started out hot.

After Scott joined us, he said that after Mailman Bob retired, his wife Doreen, named after a Mousekateer, left him. We didn't recognize Bob in his laymen close. Once I played a trick on Bob and flashed him.

I was wearing my sexy blue bathing suit underneath, from the days I would swim at LA Fitness.

So it's 3 oclock now. I was watching BONANZA, with no commercials. I think the program has lessons for us. Poor Hoss had to shoot and kill two men who had robbed a stage coach. One of them was little Billy's father, a robber and killer.

LYNN brought me two lovely blouses she had bought but decided she didn't wanna keep.

Gonna make a try at finding something similar.


Mine are pink and multi colored, like a Picasso.


Right now there are about 10 birds on my lawn, pecking and pecking, and eating and eating.


This is from the Internet. 

And we also talked about Mommy's death. Age 97, dead on April 21, 2020.

Lynn's son Miles and his new dog with a long Russian name are ready for action on these long hot summer days.

What's YOUR favorite summertime song?


Tuesday, June 15, 2021

Ate outside on the porch step but facing thother way

 Twas too sunny to sit facing the street, so I ate my bowl full of eggs facing Scott's house.

Cough cough cough. Yes, the black pepper made me cough. I added green Tabasco sauce. 


Try as I mite, I could not catch this lantern fly nymph.

Very hot outside.

While preparing EGGS a song came on.

WHAT IF GOD WERE ONE OF US.

By Joan Osborne. 

AND do we have a question for God?

Okay, you're so smart, what would YOU ask?

Perhaps we might pray for Christiane Amanpour who has ovarian cancer.


OH, they're coming home from work now and pulling in their drives.

Bill and his TACOMA TRUCK are parked outside his house.

As you know, altho I was vaccinated, it did no good since a had a kidney tplant.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?

I sure don't.

Mind if I take a little snooze?


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WHAT A NIGHT THIS HAS BEEN.

WATCHED A FRONTLINE PRESENTATION OF DEATH AND DYING WHICH HAS STUCK WITH ME. VIEW YESTERDAY'S BLOG ENTRY.

And the great presentation by Dr Henry Louis Gates Jr. called How Many Rivers to Cross was repeated on PBS.

What our America has done to African Americans!

But they have overcome. 

Or have they? 




And then we have the trials and tribs of the BIPOLAR COMMUNITY.

Today I got a call from a man who said, Ruth, I don't know if you remember me, but my name is....

My heart sank.

Oh no! The father is calling for his incarcerated son. 

As Scarlett O'Hara said, Tomorrow is another day.


Vivien Leigh may have been a great actress, but her manic depression caused her great anguish. She died at age 53. 



ONE THING MORE. 


Was mailing a letter this morning to Lee and Nancy Sutton and ran after Young Sean.

Luckily he was still in his truck.

On my way I found TWO BATCHES of robins' eggs, which thrills me to no end!

The shells were SO thin - so the babies could emerge - that they kept crumbling in my hands.

I showed Mailman Sean.

He had never seen them before.

Did he care?


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