MRS DALLOWAY TRAVELS TO COSTCO

Hold on, she said. Lemme finish my coffee.

No longer young, she poured with trembling fingers her Folger's Instant, the same her retired mailman, oh what was his name? - oh, it would come to her.

It was a delicious day and the first World War was nearly over, thank heavens. Neither she nor her husband, Colonel Wainwright, believed in a higher power. They believed in daffodils, forsythia, jonquils and a cerulean blue sky where upon occasion a helicopter would fly above the earth.

Hitler. What a bad man. A funny little man whose voice sounded like the high notes of a piano, stopping and starting, stopping and starting.

She pulled on her striped cardigan, belted it, and went to the front garden to greet her men with various floral arrangements. As if they cared. Well, she did. Ruthie Dalloway. She had pinwheels that twirled oh-so-quickly they became a blur.

Bought last week at the Saint David's Carnival for two bits.

A loud noise zoomed overhead.

What? Can't be, she thought. (italix)

A helicopter with whirring propellers.

 

Like a drunken butterfly it tottered to the ground and right into the front yard of her victory garden. This is a vegetable garden, especially a home garden, planted to increase food production during a war.

Two officers practically fell out of the plane, ducked under the propellers, and saluted. “Mrs. Dalloway, we are sorry to bring you bad news.” They paused. “Terrible news, in fact.”

"I refuse to hear it," she said, in the same manner that Voltaire would not hear of a bad thing.

Her blonde hair streaming behind her, she ran into the house, and poured steaming black coffee into a “We Love Mother” thin-handled cup, and sat on her sofa and sobbed.

“No, no,” this can’t be happening.

Huge bumble-bees visited her garden, seemingly ignorant to wars and magnolia blossoms bursting into bloom and the Kudzua Japanese dogwood dazzling the twin houses on the street.

War! Would it ever end?

Yes! She would gather her girlfriends together. Didn’t matter if they were 70 or 80 or 90. The words, A daydream believer crowded onto her tongue. A bumble-bee buzzed its way into belief. She tied a red kerchief around her messy blonde hair.

A daydream believer, a daydream believer. The wind swept it upward into the heavens.

In a defeated voice, she called, “Ready. Ready.” Just check to make sure the burners are turned off.

 

 

 

 

READING ON SCOTT'S FRONT PORCH AND MORE

 

Judas Tree. 

I have never heard of it.   New goal: Clean off living room carpet.

Spent an hour reading EUDORA WELTY: STORIES, ESSAYS and  MEMOIR.

Finished the stories: Old Mr Marblehall and A Curtain of Green. Yes I could understand them but they were quite odd.

I am taking a survey. Anthony from GIANT DIRECT was here delivering our food. He was too fast for me to ask.

DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF NORMAL? 

I remember Simon B and I would talk about that.

A friend of mine called. She has 30 normal friends.

I consider you normal, I said, even though we have both suffered from mental illness.

Dumb question?

For sure!

I would like to write a new book which I would call THE ART OF CONVERSATION.

Let's find a good cover for it and then I must organize my living room carpet plus all the EGGS, SPRING MIX, HUMMUS and BONE BROTH that I ordered.

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A riot of gorgeous trees for our YMCA

 Scott and I walked at the Willow Grove YMCA. 

The place had been landscaped beautifully.

But the many young trees that had been planted had very dark purple buds on the top and in my curiosity I would like to know what they are.

In simpler times you could just call the Y and ask the question.

Now there were two fellow walkers who looked rather strange. I would like to write a short story about them. Both males.

However there is a famous short story writer whose name I can't think of. A noted but very unusual woman. I can picture a story by her which takes place in a drugstore and someone is twirling on a stool. 

Can it be from the film Bus Stop with Marilyn Monroe.

Be right back. 

Eudora Welty’s list of awards and achievements is simply astonishing. With 12 books of short stories under her belt, it’s not a bad idea to spend the summer exploring her collections. Why I Live at the P.O. from her 1941 book of stories “A Curtain of Green” is a humorous break from the Gothic, with wonderfully original characters.

1. www.britannica.com › biography › Eudora-WeltyEudora Welty | Biography, Books, & Facts | Britannica

   Apr 9, 2023 · Eudora Welty, (born April 13, 1909, Jackson, Mississippi, U.S.—died July 23, 2001, Jackson), American short-story writer and novelist whose work is mainly focused with great precision on the regional manners of people inhabiting a small Mississippi town that resembles her own birthplace and the Delta country.

   • Author: The Editors of Encyclopaedia Britannica

   WELTY LIVED TO A RIPE OLD AGE. 
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LAMENTATIONS

 Hold on a moment please. Gonna walk around the block. Wearing warm long pants with pockets filled with tissues. One more sip of Folger's Instant Coffee. Then I will continue with my idea: THE ART OF CONVERSATION. 

I used this photo for my Shaker Heights Alumni picture. 

Okay I am back but I could not get in the house, so I asked Scott to open the door.

I.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XAgdd2VqLVc

Grosse Fuge by Beethoven, can anything save him

We've talked about this before

Must he die before THE HOLY ONE 

Blessed is He,

Gathers his bounty far and wide

And I, whose name feathers the ground

Far from Germany, and Alsace de Lorraine,

Steps lively on the Tic Tac Toe 

Cement, or, if you're a Texan, like many

in my family, gone, Millard G Deming

an Arab named Joseph, who they threw

down a pit, and I marveled at the colors

of the azalea, pink as the light filtering

through a kitty-cat's ear.

II. 

Slept through ALL THE PRESIDENTS MEN

Known as Watergate, Woodward and Bernstein

changing the course of our country

Pat Nixon, always the sad-eyed martyr

So play, Grosse Fuge, play

And have a drink of cool cool water

And hang out the colors blue and green, Ukraine

And watch Father and Daughter down the street

Play Catch. 

III.

We missed the race. The weather was fine.

We had registered, even paid.

I could see my name and number 

Across the forest-green lands

Where my trot - perhaps I was number 5 -

Made me and my partner proud.

Bob Dylan made up his own name.

You realize, of course, I am grabbing these images from the Internet. 

Shall I look out the front door now and see if there is anything going on? 

PS. I read the entire TIMES CHRONICLE newspaper and tossed it into the Yellow Plastic Bin.

They no longer publish my work, so why pay for it? 

Up the street, down the street, up the street, down the street.

Don't forget to BREATHE. 

In a large pot on the stove I am making CARROT SOUP with some chopped up garlic. 

My friend CC would make the soup. Great chef who volunteered at PVNC.   

She also knew the name of wildflowers since she worked at a nature center.

On this morning's walk I found some BEECH LEAVES that had fallen off the tree.

I looked way way up and there they were, growing up up up in the air.

One of my favorite trees is a Beech before you get into Hatboro, PA. Yes, they made hats for the Revolution. 

Thank you Marquis de 

Lemme tell you it took all my strength to walk around the block.

Hold on while I stir the carrot soup again. 

And sip on the Folger's Instant Coffee which needs MORE HOT WATER. 

THREE MISTAKES THAT SADDENED ME as if I were a lonesome Bob Dylan

 

OH NO, TIMES THREE OR IS IT FOUR

I.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XAgdd2VqLVc

Grosse Fuge by Beethoven, can anything save him

We've talked about this before

Must he die before THE HOLY ONE 

Blessed is He,

Gathers his bounty far and wide

And I, whose name feathers the ground

Far from Germany, and Alsace de Lorraine,

Steps lively on the Tic Tac Toe 

Cement, or, if you're a Texan, like many

in my family, gone, Millard G Deming

an Arab named Joseph, who they threw

down a pit, and I marveled at the colors

of the azalea, pink as the light filtering

through a kitty-cat's ear.

II. 

Slept through ALL THE PRESIDENTS MEN

Known as Watergate, Woodward and Bernstein

changing the course of our country

Pat Nixon, always the sad-eyed martyr

So play, Grosse Fuge, play

And have a drink of cool cool water

And hang out the colors blue and green

And watch Father and Daughter down the street

Play Catch. 

III.

We missed the race. The weather was fine.

We had registered, even paid.

I could see my name and number 

Across the forest-green lands

Where my trot - perhaps I was number 5 -

Made me and my partner proud.

Bob Dylan made up his own name.

You realize, of course, I am grabbing these images from the Internet. 

Shall I look out the front door now and see if there is anything going on? 

PS. I read the entire TIMES CHRONICLE newspaper and tossed it into the Yellow Plastic Bin.

Feathergilla - spelled a couple of different ways BUT

 

it is growing nicely in my front yard.

Nice aroma too. 

BUMBLE BEES KISS THE FOTHERGILLA

And, if you were a bee, a bumble bee with its terrifying sound

like an airplane flying low over Crete

where the creature roamed the impenetrable tunnels

The Minataur, half man, half beast,

This is our history, believe it or be dumb forever. 

Great seeing you Dr Mel - Melissa DiGrassi who said,

 

Get your teeth cleaned every six months.   

We ate dinner on our back porch. Lovely feeling. 

Know what?

Folks, mostly guys, are SKATEBOARDING down Cowbell Road.

The thrill!!!!

Lawnwork continues!

Melissa went to the Holy Land and wants to go again.

Do you wanna go there?

All the places where Jesus gave his sermons.

Gethsemanee, on the Mount, By the Wailing Wall. 

Sadly when I moved from Village Green to my own home, I left my Little Golden Book about Jesus on the top shelf of my huge hall closet.

KIDNEYVERSITY NUMBER 12 - C'MON TO MY HOUSE - WE WANNA GIVE YOU SOME TREATS

Thank you sister Lynn!

DAVE'S APPLIANCE WILL FIX OUR OVEN WHEN THEY GET THE REQUIRED PARTS. 

WHITE CROCUS WITH YELLOW STAMEN FOLDS UP EVERY NIGHT AND OPENS IN THE MORNING. 

YES, THE FIRST SIGNS OF SPRING

MY FIRST OUTDOOR ART PROJECT - MADE FROM ITEMS AT HOME DEPOT

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HUBCAPS ARE THINGS OF BEAUTY, BUT THEY CHIP OVER TIME. Spray painted them in the back yard

This was in the middle of a Gaspar's Catalog.  Had never heard of Gaspar's. 

Finally finished "Philosophy of Modern Song" by 2015 Nobel Prize winner Bobby Zimmerman.

I confess I was obsessed with Dylan when I finally checked out the book which came from a library in Bryn Mawr. The Luddington Library.  Where dat?

Welcome Linda Barrett. Her mom's caregivers are taking good c/o Jane, though Linda bathes and feeds her mother. What to do with their big house in Abington after mom goes. 

JML - I lost her picture, darn!

Sarah of the One Kidney - thank you sweetie - is carving the ham - how dyou spell delicioous!!!

Little David not so little any more!

Lynnie thank you for the darling polka-dot dress with belt. 

Since I am out of the shopping loop, I did not realize - silly me ! - you can buy cakes that say anything you wish. This says Kidneyversity.

It is our 12th. 

Cheesecake from Junior's in Manhattan. Inject more insulin, please. I now do it in thigh as it doesn't hurt. 

Funny story about Martinelli's cider. When Tyler visited his reb, he told us about the reception he received. I am silently laffing. 

Am going RIGHT NOW to the fridge, for a small hunk of Ham. 
 

THE PLANETS ALIGNED IN WESTERN SKY - VIEW THE BRIGHT MOON AND constellations tonight

 

• It is calculated that during the period of 2021-2024, the Earth will move directly between Jupiter and Saturn. This alignment was last witnessed in 79 A.D. And also in 2023-2024, Uranus, Pluto, Saturn, and Jupiter will also align, and this was witnessed last in 536-578 A.D.

Many years ago I was invited to an award ceremony in Norristown PA. Someone drove me to Norristown where I read a poem about the alignment of the heavenly bodies.

Wish I could find the poem and the plaque. 

 As we know, everything changes. 

Dinner was served and a lot of my mentally ill friends were there as well as psychiatrists and other healers. 

THE MOON AND ITS PHASES

 

It is a beautiful sight. 

Has the moon risen yet? 

Lemme go look out the kitchen window.

So, like last night, we will see the moon.

In fact, there it is when I go out and look up, up, up in the sky.

.

General Mark Milley (1958-) AGE 65 TOP GENERAL OF THE USA

 

Mark Alexander Milley (born June 20, 1958) is a United States Army general who has been serving as the 20th chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff since October 1, 2019. He previously served as the 39th chief of staff of the Army from August 14, 2015 to August 9, 2019,^[3] and held multiple command and staff positions in eight divisions and special forces throughout his military career.

An ROTC graduate from Princeton University, Milley earned his commission as an armor officer in 1980. He was appointed chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff by President Donald Trump, making Milley the tenth U.S. Army officer to be chairman. As chairman, Milley is the highest-ranking officer in the United States Armed Forces and the principal military advisor to the president of the United States, the secretary of defense, the National Security Council and the Homeland Security Council.^[4]

Early life and education[edit]

Milley was born on June 20, 1958, in Winchester, Massachusetts.^[1] He is of Irish descent, and was raised Roman Catholic.^[5][6] His father, Alexander (1924–2015), enlisted in the U.S. Navy in March 1943 as a naval corpsman. He was assigned to the 4th Marine Division and landed at Kwajalein, Saipan, Tinian and Iwo Jima. After the war, he worked as a restaurateur and food-broker. He was a member of the Knights of Columbus, whose membership is limited to practicing Catholic men.^[7][8] Milley's mother, Mary Elizabeth (née Murphy), was a nurse who served with the Navy's WAVES in World War II and is described by Milley as a "break-the-glass-ceiling" type of woman.^[9]

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Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, General Mark Milley on The David Rubenstein Show, The David Rubenstein Show, October 20, 2021

Milley attended a Catholic grammar school where he played hockey. Good grades and hockey led to him being recruited to Belmont Hill School^[10] and afterwards to Princeton University where he played varsity ice hockey.^[5][11]

There, he joined the Reserve Officers' Training Corps (ROTC)^[12] and in 1980 graduated with a Bachelor of Arts degree in politics after completing a 185-page-long senior thesis titled "A Critical Analysis of Revolutionary Guerrilla Organization in Theory and Practice".^[13] Milley also holds a Master of Arts degree in international relations from Columbia University and another Master of Arts degree in national security and strategic studies from the Naval War College.^[14] He is also an attendee of the MIT Center for International Studies Seminar XXI National Security Studies Program.^[15]

Military career[edit]

General Richard A. Cody administers the oath of office upon Milley's promotion to brigadier general in February 2008.

Milley earned his commission as an armor officer through Princeton's Army Reserve Officers' Training Corps program in 1980.^[16]

Milley's career has included assignments with the 82nd Airborne Division, 5th Special Forces Group,^[17] 7th Infantry Division, 2nd Infantry Division, Joint Readiness Training Center, 25th Infantry Division, Operations Staff of the Joint Staff, and a posting as Military Assistant to the Secretary of Defense.^[18]

Milley has held multiple command and staff positions in eight divisions and special forces throughout his military career. He commanded 1st Battalion, 506th Infantry, 2nd Infantry Division, in South Korea from 1996 to 1998.^[18][19] He served as commander of 2nd Brigade Combat Team, 10th Mountain Division (Light) from December 2003 to July 2005; deputy commanding general for operations of the 101st Airborne Division from July 2007 to April 2008, and as commanding general of the 10th Mountain Division from November 2011 to December 2012.^[20][21][22] Milley commanded III Corps, based at Fort Hood, Texas, from December 2012 to August 2014,^[23][24][25] and concurrently the International Security Assistance Force Joint Command from May 2013 to February 2014.^[26][27] He served as the commanding general of the United States Army Forces Command at Fort Bragg, North Carolina, from August 2014 to August 2015.^[28][29]

ALIGNED IN THE WESTERN SKY

 Here I am awake at 2 28 am and saw most of this. Hello my friends. And so off to bed again.

The show GOLDEN GIRLS flashed on my TV. 

No snacks.

I LIKE TO SNEAK SOME READING IN

 Today is last day for Ekaterina, who will be here at 11 30 am.

I will run upstairs and grab a library book - ROUGH SURFACES or WACO - or THE MAID by Nita Prose and lay on Red Couch until she gets here.

Hear that? Geese! A lovely sound.

Now I went way far back in my back yard and picked - you guessed it !  daffodils, jonquils and forsythia.

The flowers are on a table in the living room.

The vase? Thanks for asking.

A Melitta coffee can, empty with a trace of the coffee at the bottom.

I am still on my hot-water-only drinking in the morning. 

READING ON THE FRONT PORCH

 

Sure it was cold, but I sat on Scott's park bench on his porch just reading.

Brought out two very heavy books - Tracy Kidder's ROUGH SLEEPERS - and Nita Prose's THE MAID. 

I was in ecstasy as I read ROUGH SLEEPERS by Tracy Kidder. Kidder is a physician at Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston. His special mission is treating the stigmatized homeless and helping them find housing. 

Many of the homeless are tricked out of finding a real home. One guy Tony was classified as a sexual predator - something you don't wanna advertise as you may not find housing and it is stigmatized. 

But Tracy the physician wanted to hear Tony's story - Tony was a new guy - and Tony finally mustered up his courage to tell his story to the doctor.

He had heard so much about the doctor and could not for the life of him believe a doctor would take more than the 7 minutes or so to listen to his story with respect. 

Six more minutes until Scott comes over to put me in the snorkel. 

My neighbor Nancy, who must be close to 90 yo, was taken to the hospital last night by a shiny red ambulance that said Bryn Athyn on it. 

Have no idea how she is. However, I did try, as I believe that caring neighbors should pay attention and care.

Daughter Linda, who drives a red RAV that she backs into her driveway - the garage is filled with storage items - so God only knows what's wrong with her. She does sit in a wheelchair and her husband Charlie has been dead for ages. 

Was a day when I wrote dozens of poems about that good man. 

For dinner I had lentils and spaghetti made by sister Ellen and a green salad I made. 

SARAH called this morning and wanted to have our tenth KIDNEYVERSITY party here at my house.

I did have a revelation while on the front porch.

Since Mom and Dad are dead and our relatives too, it is I who must take their place.

Yes, me. It makes me feel strong and capable. 

When I walked around the block around 3 pm I assured myself I can handle my new role as head of the household.