The Junk Man Cometh

 He just rounded the corner of Cowbell and Sleighride. 

His truck has an open back as if someone were gonna deliver mattresses.

The truck is filled to the brim with junk.

I am wondering if he is the same man as at the bottom of Cowbell Road.

Ya know, copycats.

Our Yellow Plastic Bin is filled with cardboard, my Tall Bags, and other items that will not go in the landfill but will be made into plastic benches.

And who knows what else?

Perhaps they can figure out how to make

Red Couches

Big plastic fans

Plaid shorts for women and men both

And more

Six months ago Rich Fleisher brought over a lovely and odd plant. The name is in the kitchen. The point is that it is growing riotously.

Whenever I have extra water I pour it over the plant. Urine also works well.

The phone is ringing now.

A world of possibilities is waiting for me on the line.

Or a solicitor wants my $$$$$$$

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 Sitting here on Red Couch I am eating my breakfast: Potato and Rice Soup, very hot, with Asparagus and Cabot Cheese for protein. Wrote many folks last night to tell em of my departure. Killed an ant earlier this morning with my fingertips. He was on my bed. What was he looking for? Looked into my wastebasket by the bed, bye the bye, and saw it was filled with DOVE CHOCOLATE WRAPPERS. Could be it? What dyou think? Or, what dyou tink? as my late BF Simon would have said. Dunno why.

Hadda put on my sneakers to walk on the cold floor of the kitchen. Just made myself anudder bowl. Took all my vitamins and pills for today. All that STARCH I am eating. Injected 12 in my butt. Needed to find a good book to read. Found PRETTY GIRLS by Karin Slaughter in the book bag from Natalie, my mom/law. I LIKES IT, thank god! Scuse me capital G for God. I do pray every night you know. God bless Mommy and Daddy. Oh, well. 

Yesterday's short story was called SPECIAL INVITATION. Margie gave me excellent suggestions which I incorporated, as did Rem. Tell us more, she said, about the male Hula dancers. I did. Then I noticed this morning Scott had wrin me with 2 criticisms about driving a Tesla and being lined up at gas tanks. Going back upstairs to bed. Gonna empty the wastebasket. In the new book I needed to look up a word. BLOWSY. It means slovenly, disheveled. Should I bring the Merriem Webster Dictionary along with me. YES, she said, YES YES YES. 

Ulysses [excerpt] James Joyce - 1882-1941 Molly Bloom's closing soliloquy ...and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

AND THE BIRDS ARE SINGING at 6:25 am.

Off to Atlantic City NJ we go !

Sitting here on Red Couch I am eating my breakfast: Potato and Rice Soup, very hot, with Asparagus and Cabot Cheese for protein. Wrote many folks last night to tell em of my departure. Killed an ant earlier this morning with my fingertips. He was on my bed. What was he looking for? Looked into my wastebasket by the bed, bye the bye, and saw it was filled with DOVE CHOCOLATE WRAPPERS. Could be it? What dyou think? Or, what dyou tink? as my late BF Simon would have said. Dunno why. Hadda put on my sneakers to walk on the cold floor of the kitchen. Just made myself anudder bowl. Took all my vitamins and pills for today. All that STARCH I am eating. Injected 12 in my butt. Needed to find a good book to read. Found PRETTY GIRLS by Karin Slaughter in the book bag from Natalie, my mom/law. I LIKES IT, thank god! Scuse me capital G for God. I do pray every night you know. God bless Mommy and Daddy. Oh, well. Yesterday's short story was called SPECIAL INVITATION. Margie gave me excellent suggestions which I incorporated, as did Rem. Tell us more, she said, about the male Hula dancers. I did. Then I noticed this morning Scott had wrin me with 2 criticisms about driving a Tesla and being lined up at gas tanks. Going back upstairs to bed. Gonna empty the wastebasket. In the new book I needed to look up a word. BLOWSY. It means slovenly, disheveled. Should I bring the Merriem Webster Dictionary along with me. YES, she said, YES YES YES. Ulysses [excerpt] James Joyce - 1882-1941 Molly Bloom's closing soliloquy ...and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes. BLOGPOST WILL NOT ALLOW ME TO POST ANY PHOTOS. What have I done wrong, oh dearie me,oh dearie me. AND THE BIRDS ARE SINGING at 6:25 am.

Farewell my friend Linda Jenofsky

 My friend Linda just died on April 21, 2021. 

You can't imagine how shocked I am !

Read the obit here and I will print it out.

LINDA JUDY JENOFSKY 

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Linda Judy Jenofsky, passed away on April 15, 2021. Mother of Jena (Jeremy) Pashak. Grandmother of Ethan Pashak. Sister to the late Jack(Gretchen) Jenofsky, Loving Aunt to Michelle & Chad. And Stephen Presant with whom she shared a life long affection. Linda was an educator, psychologist, world traveler, enthusiast of the arts, and a revolutionary individual of her time.

Contributions in her memory may be made to Parkinson's Foundation, www.parkinson.org, Lewy Body Dementia Foundation, www.parkinson.org, Lewy Body Dementia Foundation, www.lbda.org/donate, Beth El Yardley, www.bethelyardley.org/donate and Philadelphia Art Museum, www.philamuseum.org.

She died from terrible conditions. What I remember is our many walks around Lake Galena at Peace Valley Nature Center in Doylestown PA.

She had a great laugh. She was always kind to her elderly relatives. Hope her daughter Jenna is doing well.

Linda had a small house that I often visited. She was a good interior decorator and helped me in my house. She told me to bring downstairs my enormous mirror that I kept upstairs in my bedroom.

Both of us went to Hahnemann and admired our co-chairs Fabian Ualitsky and Mike Vaccaro.

To cheer myself up I'll listen to some upbeat music and do a little dancing. 

FARE THE WELL LINDA

Linda, once we were friends. Carefree with our entire lives before us.

We discussed your beloved brother Jack, a famed obstetrician, and the sad family of his, wondering what could be done.

Nothing. You invited me to Jenna's bat mitzvah in New Jersey. Alas, I had other plans, and we never reconciled.

Your cat was named Lukey and you took her for a walk every day. Yes, you were one of a kind. And that trip you took to Machu Pichu freezing your tuchas off but you endured, brave woman, you endured. 

You brought me a detailed cushion the natives fashioned. I still have it upstairs on my bed, never thinking the cushion would last, but you had made your passage.

Let me mount the stairs as the sacrificial victims were borne up the mountain and slaughtered, as your Parkinson's and Lewey body messed with your soul.

My Mom's Dressing Room

 The photo below was taken by Nikki Roche, who was very fond of Gram, my mom.

This was taken in Mom's beautiful dressing room, right off her bedroom.

I know every single item in that room. Look at the faucets. NO I did not say Fauci, as in Dr Tony Fauci, our leader in the pandemic and washing your hands and wearing masks. 

Nikki is a teacher, an educator, as many people are in her family. 

Going upstairs now to work on my memoirs. And, yes, I did watch a disaster film, first, The Sinking of the Princess Sophia, from Skagway, Alaska. 

How I wish Mom would come alive. Only in my book will she. 

The Middle East embroiled in assassinations and bombings

 

"You're my only link with Israel," I said to Cynthia Levine when I called her a few minutes ago.

"I knew this was gonna happen," she said. "It always does on JERUSALEM DAY !"

7 hour difference between here and there.

Her son Aton and his wife are okay.

Last saw them at Bobby's funeral at Levine's. 

Her son Noam will be over later.

"What a crazy world this is," was all I could think of to say.

Am eating my potato soup with rice and a couple of Compari tomatoes and Cabot Cheese for protein.

5770 miles away.

Well, I'm gonna get on with my memoirs.

Dreadfully boring.

Today, on Garbage Eve I schlepped out a TALL BAG filled with junk. 

My arm was killing me. 

But not as much as if it were shot off like in Gaza.

Mailman Sean took all of my clever cards

 Let's see. 

Sent a card to THE DEMINGS on the back of an Amy's Ravioli Cover. 

Sent my sister Ellen a postcard from my chief supplier, Scott.

Did I tell you I walked around the block today?

Quite chilly but had on my sweatshirt with pockets, over a couple of layers.

Lemme look outside and see what's going on. There are loud BOOMS on the street.

Are they removing huge trees again?

Sadly, my new lawn cutter, George, may have knocked down BIRD HOUSES on my front lawn.

That is simply terrible.

I'll have to take a shot of gin for that.

Oh, I forgot I don't drink.

Found my former teacher JOYCE KEENE, MS online. She was wearing a Red jacket, as I had remembered.

I was telling my friend Margie that I remember Joyce wearing red. I also said to her she should talk LOUDER b/c she is so smart.

Okay, gonna see if my rice is hot in the crockpot.

Yes, am eating it now. 

My sugar is so low, it didn't even register. PLUS I couldn't remember how to check my blood sugar.

Am eating pretzels now.