Dad was so proud of this house and so was Mom.
They worked together to fix it up.
Dad died of cancer on July 13, 1980.
We visited him at Memorial Sloan Kettering in Manhattan. They tried experimental surgery which did not work. He took loads of steroids to keep the swelling down in his brain.
Lung cancer with meta'd to his brain.
He was 59 years old.
Dr Day was his oncologist here.
Yep, Daddypops Diner is still there. Photo from Internet.
My fondest desire is to go out to eat afterward.
She agreed to go to the lengendary Daddypops.
They had changed a bit. You were now allowed to pay by CREDIT CARD, rathan straight cash.
Fredda led us to a table. She was wearing a Jewish star. But then a Black gentleman came over and said, "I am your host now."
Important, for sure, to know.
He looked like a character in a cult movie, dressed all in black with a big gold cross dangling from his suit.
BUT I am confused. When did Ellen and I visit Allan Heller at Moreland Towers, the closest thing Hatboro has to a skyscraper.
We visited, said Ellen, just now, before Daddypops.
I am sipping right now on some lukewarm instant Nescafe. Geez, gonna warm it up one more time.
Two helpers are arriving this morning.
MaryKate first, and then Janie Black.
I had mentioned my left leg is killing me, so they will undoubtedly give me exercises.
Shit! I just sat down to continue blogging and stepped on a cup and saucer Martha had given me.
My coffee is nice n hot but fogs up my reading glasses.
Back to Daddypops. My friend Charlie from across the street used to eat there. He would sit in the chair that looked like a barber chair.
Very sad when he died!
That man knew how to train a dog... Pookie, half black lab, half retriever.
I went up to look at the cigarette machine. Old Gold, L&M, Unfiltered Camels like Uncle Marvin used to smoke, back in Cleveland.
I asked Fredda naively how I could buy a packet.
At the last minute I ordered a cup of coffee.
No way can you go to a diner and not have coffee.
Ellen ordered flapjacks with syrup, while I had two eggs on rye toast and a bowl of grits (boyfriend Curtis Branch in San Francisco, taught me how delicious they were), altho I said they are nutrtionally worthless, tho of course they are probably fortified.
I had not brought my insulin pen, tho when we got home, my sugar was only 250, not bad.
This morning I had a huge breakfast... two eggs, spring mix, tiny chopped purple onions, and finger-lickin stringy asparagus you could choke on.
Ken Smith, founder and owner of Daddypops, would arrive around 2 30 pm. The place closes at 2 pm, something I have always remembered.
Would he have remembered me? Full-bearded Simon and I frequently ate there.
Also, Sarah, thanks for the great hat! I love it and so does Janie, today's helper.
Have a great time in Umbria, near Rome, Italy!
Shucks! Sister Ellen aka Ellie Belle, has pretty much been disqualified from moving into the new place on Davisville Road.
We all had a great time at Dan and Nicole's on Christmas Day.
Loads of great food including tenderloin steak like Mom used to make, which Sarah marinated for four days.
TO UPLOAD PIX
Have purple Nikon camera ready
Insert plug under WHITE TAB
Select pictures on computer you want to upload
Tricky part: to upload pix on blog, select BLACK SQUARE that seems to have 2 tiny mountains and press upload, as that is where pictures will be
ORANGE PUBLISH BUTTON is off to the right.
Good job, Ruthie!!!!
That is because today, the day after Christmas, was a federal holiday!
Thanks to our friend REMINGTON MURPHY for this important information.
Same thing for the day after New Year's Day.
How many times did YOU check your mailbox?
Oh, I stepped outside into the frigid air to check, about a dozen times.
Just watched the PBS Evening News.
This evening discussion concerned the TALIBAN and its forbidding women to hold responsible jobs. Many are physicians - or prescribing nurses - who help the sick and dying. Photos of emaciated babies were shown.
What a corrupt society that is willing to sacrifice its own people to stay in power themselves.
I also watched the short series THE TWO POPES. Beautifully acted and mysterious. Let's see who made this film.
The Two Popes is a 2019 biographical drama film directed by Fernando Meirelles and written by Anthony McCarten, adapted from McCarten's play The Pope which premiered at Royal & Derngate Theatre in 2019.[3][4] Predominantly set in the Vatican City in the aftermath of the Vatican leaks scandal, the film follows Pope Benedict XVI, played by Anthony Hopkins, as he attempts to convince Jorge Mario Cardinal Bergoglio, played by Jonathan Pryce, to reconsider his decision to resign as an archbishop as he confides his own intentions to abdicate the papacy.[5]
The film premiered at the Telluride Film Festival on August 31, 2019. It began a limited theatrical release in the United States on November 27, 2019, and in the United Kingdom on November 29, 2019, and started digital streaming on December 20, 2019, by Netflix. The performances of Pryce and Hopkins, as well as McCarten's screenplay, received high praise from critics, and all three men received nominations for their work at the Academy Awards, Golden Globes and British Academy Film Awards.
I will finish watching it tomorrow. I was relieved to find something terrific to watch after going through some really lousy films.
Also wanna write something about one of my favorite people, though she passed away a couple of years ago.
All I have left of HAR are her dishes, her silverware, her brilliant ideas and a mind without peer.
I still miss Mommy and Daddy.
When I woke up this morning and looked at the clock with my b'day on it, I wished they were still around to wish me a good year with many more to come.
Sarah and Ethan will be here around 10 30 am.
Rich and Ada sent me a b'ful Jacqui Lawson e-card.
Watched Rick Steves last night who had many Joyous Noelle in EUROPE segments on. Wanted to see his wife and kids named Ali and ...
Am trying to look nice for when Sarah and Ethan arrive.
Brewed my favorite coffee.... Maxwell House.
Sister Lynn will call later.
Look, all this makes me feel great.
Later!!!
But will return, she said, to trim my beard, oops, I mean my hair.
Four cards are in my mailbox.
Van Cleef and Arpels.
Hurray for Mailman Dante. He was just here as I finished licking the sky.
MaryKate and I practiced dancing for my 77th birthday party at son Dan's. Look, if the weather is terrible, no prob in staying home.
Am gonna scratch my brain right now and think of something beautiful I own.
My LUX timer?
My collection of cups?
The blue menorah David Hunter made me?
The view out my living room window?
Just finished watching the Naudet Brothers Documentary of the Fall of the World Trade Center.
Stuck out my head from my teeny front porch. Looked high up and stuck out my tongue to taste the snow but I was basically blown back in the house.
Finished my short story for Eva Priestly's writing group called ALL THE BLONDES I HAVE LOVED.
Hathaway Brown School was mentioned.
And may all your Christmases be white.
My asparagus is from Mexico. I boiled it in a huge saucepan.
Dee licious.
Emailed Katie Fitzgerald to say I could not get into the book OLYMPUS TEXAS, how I tried. Then I began
Fairly opaque.
The character is in GREECE but hasn't visited the Acropolis or Parthenon yet.
Where, dear Reader, would you LOVE to visit.
I could check with RICK STEVES, who goes to Europe tho he says his favorite country is India.
Watched a documentary last night about a Nobel winner who invented something that would FEED much of the world.
How he worried that he still could not feed enough people.
He was right.
Who is the founder of the World Food Prize?
Unbelievably terrible. At first no one could figure out what was happening
Mondo Conni was a once popular film exposing all sorts of shocking things, including force feeding geese and RZD.
I asked ALEXA to play Bobby Darin. It was all I could think of.
Then I thought of writing a true story of my love for SANDRA DEE, who was married to the talented cocaine addict.
Last night sister Ellen and I spoke to Cousin Lloyd, our second cousin once removed. And his wife Kate.
He is 94 years old and still runs in Central Park. He has a PhD from McGill University in Toronto.
We used to live near each other back in Cleveland.
He was very close with Bernice, my late mudder.
Will continue this after Mary Kate leaves.
GREAT WORKOUT from MaryKate!
Walked down the street earlier today, and then walked her to her car when she left.
A piece of trash was in the street which I threw in the Yellow Bin. It was an offer to get a car seat at a reduced price.
Ganglion Cyst of the Wrist and Hand
Ganglion cysts are the most common mass or lump in the hand. They are not cancerous and, in most cases, are harmless. They occur in various locations, but most frequently develop on the back of the wrist.
These fluid-filled cysts can quickly appear, disappear, and change size. Many ganglion cysts do not require treatment. However, if the cyst is painful, interferes with function, or has an unacceptable appearance, there are several treatment options available.
A ganglion arises out of a joint, like a balloon on a stalk. It grows out of the tissues surrounding a joint, such as ligaments, tendon sheaths, and joint linings. Inside the balloon is a thick, slippery fluid, similar to the fluid that lubricates your joints.
Ganglion cysts can develop in several of the joints in the hand and wrist, including:
They vary in size, and in many cases, grow larger with increased activity. With rest, the lump typically becomes smaller.
It is not known what triggers the formation of a ganglion. They are most common in younger people between the ages of 15 and 40, and women are more likely to be affected than men. These cysts are also common among gymnasts, who repeatedly apply stress to the wrist.
Ganglion cysts that develop at the end joint on the nail side of a finger — also known as mucous cysts — are typically associated with arthritis in the finger joint, and are more common in women between the ages of 40 and 70.
It was NOT his van - and I froze my toes.
TODAY is Sunday!
Sam would say, Okay Bear, she sees you, about folks across the street.
I mentioned about Bob, who recently died on Sleighride Road.
A black Ford Explorer was parked in the drive.
Would YOU like to live in Bob's house?
I would not!
Though as you know, I paid dozens of visits to his father, Luke Sanders. I would bring him soup and chili and he would pour me a cup of Folger's Coffee.
This morning I made Maxwell House Drip Coffee that was delicious.
Then I emailed it to my WRITING GROUP and a few other folks.
Sam, whose mom/law now lives with him, might enjoy reading my blog. Find me on Ruth Deming, one M.
She does the laundry in the basement.
Uncle Marvin, the late great, would wake up at 2 am and do the laundry in the basement. Hmmm, wonder where the movies are from Mark's wedding and bar mitzvah.
We also go in the dark damp spidery basement.
Am reading for our reading group - OLYMPUS, TEXAS, which we will discuss at 7 pm on Weds, December 28, 2022.
On my walk down Cowbell this morning I was trying to catch up with a UPS truck that read, Better with Natural Gas.
WHY, I wanted to know.
From the Internet.....
There’s also a great push toward another clean burning and renewable technology – Renewable Natural Gas (RNG). UPS recently made a commitment to purchasing 250 million gallon equivalents of RNG over the next seven years, making the company the largest consumer of RNG in the transportation industry.
“The use of RNG is a very important part of UPS’s strategy to increase alternative fuel consumption to be 40% of total ground fuel purchases by 2025,” said Mike Whitlatch, UPS vice president of global energy and procurement. “We’re using both liquid natural gas (LNG) and compressed natural gas (CNG) as bridging fuels to increase our use of RNG. This will have a measurable impact as RNG yields up to a 90% reduction in lifecycle greenhouse gas emissions when compared to conventional diesel.”
Additionally, UPS recently announced plans to purchase more than 6,000 natural gas-powered trucks. This commitment represents a $450M investment in expanding the company’s alternative fuel and advanced technology vehicle fleet.
Katherine Paprocka abused her authority at Penn Christian Academy in East Norriton, defrauding the cash-strapped school to fund her family's vacations and pay down her credit card debt, police said.
THANKS FOR SENDING THIS FROM THE INQUIRER, Rich and Ada.
Our Imani was hard hit!
......
Sleet this morning, Garbage Day.
Must miss our CREATIVE WRITING GROUP this morning at the Warminster PA Library.
....
Just finished watched THE EYE OF THE NEEDLE, on Amazon.com.
A spy thriller which turned into a love story that is well worth watching.
Donald Southerland and Kate Nelligan.
....
Last night one of the fitness gurus said, HYDRATE YOURSELF.
I am taking small sips of water from the Britta pitcher.
Whatever you do, Sarah Lynn Deming
Take care of your teeth.
Mouth guards were good when you boxed
I however lost a couple of teeth
They just slid out when I was eating
How dare they?
But they did.
I found a new dentist
The Ocean Dental Center
Right next door to
Dr Ghantous
My first appointment is in January
Will they use Lavoris like Dr Bell did
in Cleveland
And the sucker upper that rids me of
excess saliva
Now my frozen enchilada is in the toaster oven
You can be sure I use my water pik afterward
And Glide from Doctor Mel
New teeth, blindingly white
as we greet the new day
with rain sleet and hail
Mozart will trumpet his
Jupiter Symphony as
we celebrate our
brave new world.
Just finished watching a terrific movie on AMAZON. For free, of course.
THUNDERBOLT and LIGHTFOOT!
Starring Clint Eastwood, Jeff Bridges, and George Kennedy.
Stood at my front door watching for GIANT DIRECT. Ah, here it is now.
Just the sight alone is a turn-on!
We ordered our food this morning!
Good work, boys!!!
Oh-oh! We got 6 cartons of EGGS by mistake.
Mailed a thank-you letter to Sandra Salveter this morning. First I made it a poem, but it was hard to understand, so I just thanked our Maker for making her so generous!
Am gonna inject 7 units and eat some DEE LICIOUS eggs. Will also have pitted black olives that Ellen bought.
WHAT A PANARAMA!
Standing at the cold doorway as the last customers of the day
for GIANT DIRECT
I look at our beautiful street as its breath condenses up into the air
Why did I never see this before?
Yes, I'll remember. The two Christmas wreathes on the folks across the street
One on the front door, the other on the side.
Twilight. The time when the deer arrive, or is it Santa Claus
making his rounds early?
And, I said, we left you a nice tip, right?
,,,
As Ellen reminded me, when our family grew up in Cleveland - our parents and grandparents - they were so poor, they could not afford money to pay a dentist.
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VOICES
When I awoke and removed the noisy CPAP machine from my nostrils, I remembered. Writing day! I peeked out my upstairs window. An enormously bright light grinned at me from the darkness across the street.
The sun!
When next I looked it was gone.
Into the nearby bathroom I went and washed my hair. It took twenty minutes as I bent over the tub and scrubbed my hair with Head and Shoulders. When done I looked in the mirror and saw gobs of white hair hanging from the comb.
Without missing a beat, I toweled myself off and ran outside, tossing the hair behind the mottled Akuba plant.
Take that! Let the birds use it for a nest. What do I care?
Chrissie McVie was dead. Singer for Fleetwood Mac. Seventy-nine years old. Excruciating back pain. I knew what that was. I was operated on a dozen years ago. Got off the Tylenol with Percosets as soon as possible. The radio played her exciting song: You make lovin' fun!
Every bit of my clothing was wet from the shower. Ripping off each piece, I left the layers of shirts to dry on the floor of my bedroom.
I put the Bradford Tea Kettle on and fixed my Chemex for “good to the last drop” Maxwell House Coffee.
What was the matter with it? Cold. Stone-cold-dead like Chrissie McVie. Adding neighbor Patrick’s honey from his beehives, I tasted it again.
Cold! Dammit.
Chug! Chug! Chug!
Oh no! The trash men were here already.
In a single motion, like a ballerina, they easily lifted the Yellow Plastic Bin and slammed it to the ground.
Jaws! Giant jaws! The drivers rode on the back wearing warm hats.
Thank you for allowing me to see that. Perfect. Simply perfect.
The rapist who lived on the next street and who gave me a cowboy hat he had found [was removed from his home and given a proper burial ] we think.
Bob was not a nice person. When you read the archives note in The Inquirer you will see how he killed a young girl and felt no remorse.
Bob died earlier in the week, walking his dog, Lulu. He sat down in his driveway and moaned. And moaned and moaned.
The photo showed Bob, all right, his mustache going downward over his face. A face to avoid at all costs.
Redemption? My dead friend Judy, whose planter is in my front yard, laughed and said, “Serves him right, the bastard!”
Helene, whose poinsettia is doing well in my bay window, held onto her tummy and laughed. Words not necessary.
There they are, gathered at the bus stop, at 7:30 am. The small kids first. Bob killed a young girl. Fourteen years old.
My late friend Freda is a philosopher.
“This, too, shall pass,” she says, wearing one of her colorful caftans.
.......
AND NOW YOU MUST GO OUTSIDE - it is 8 48 pm, standard time, and look at the GORGEOUS MOON.
Waxing gibbous phase, meaning we passed the full moon.
On AMAZON PRIME VIDEO, I am watching THE NIGHT SKY with the great actors Sissy Spacek and J K Simmons.
It is science fiction and has many plot twists.
It is often very scary!!!
From the Internet!
Co-produced by Amazon Studios and Legendary Television, the eight-episode first season of Night Sky debuted May 20. Led by Oscar winners Sissy Spacek and J.K. Simmons, the sci-fi adventure ended with a shocking finale, leaving room for the possibility of another season.
The Night Sky pilot, “To the Stars,” is the latest installment of It Starts on the Page, Deadline’s annual series that highlights the scripts that serve as the creative backbones of the buzzy shows that will define the TV awards season. The scripts in our series are all being submitted for Emmy Awards consideration this year and have been selected by Deadline using criteria that includes critical acclaim, selecting from a wide range of networks and platforms and a mix of established and lesser-known shows.
Night Sky is created by Holden Miller and Daniel C. Connolly. Spacek and Simmons star as Irene and Franklin York, a married couple that discover a portal in their backyard that leads to a deserted planet. Their peaceful life is upended when a mysterious young man named Jude (Chai Hansen) suddenly appears by the portal.
Written by Miller and directed by Juan José Campanella, the series begins with a young Irene (Lily Cardone) and Franklin (Lowrey Brown) meeting for the first time in a bar. Fifty years later, in the present day, Franklin (Simmons) is preparing dinner for Irene (Spacek) and making idle conversation before Irene suggests they go to see the stars and the two head out to the shed in their backyard.
