September 30, 2016
September 29, 2016
I go to work
call my mother, my sister
a few others
watch Floyd fix the toilet
fret about my stuck hood
think about slapping a sign on the Pontiac: it’s yours
& never going near it again
I read a few pages of Shaw’s autobiography,
better yet Chesterton’s
& Quentin Crisp’s ditto
sigh & warble along with Patsy Cline
think about bills, snow, pills, Boston
the party this afternoon & Janet & Didier’s (more…)
September 28, 2016
People I loved suffered, recovered, died. The loved ones of people I love suffered, died, recovered.
A short-fingered vulgarian is running for president. So is a woman I admire with all my might.
Two long-lost friends turned up, one from the House & the other, just today, my first and only college roommate, Pam. (more…)
September 27, 2016
September 26, 2016
= Outlander, recommended by a friend, not sure how far I'll get, it's pretty overwrought!
= Where'd You Go Bernadette, Maria Semple. The person who recommended it called it the funniest book ever. I thought it was sad—funny a lot, but sad.
= Welcome to the Goddamned Ice Cube, (more…)
September 25, 2016
September 23, 2016
He sleeps like Ted Berrigan, with one (or 2, or 4) arms in the air.
September 22, 2016
September 21, 2016
The Indian Maiden’s Head
for Michael Scholnick
“the middle class”
kicking around the reservoir
September 20, 2016
September 19, 2016
September 18, 2016
Have we gone around the bend as a country? What can people possibly be thinking?
Even if the extreme right wing (more…)
September 16, 2016
A week later he had a biopsy (glad I have lady parts).
Yesterday we got the results: (more…)
September 14, 2016
September 13, 2016
Here's the economics of owning a bike in NYC. (more…)
September 12, 2016
Maybe it’s that it was my first clue (more…)
September 9, 2016
September 8, 2016
September 7, 2016
A run-of-the-mill I'm-the-man lunatic.
We're weekly colleagues in a volunteer situation. I'd expressed my displeasure for the umpteenth time with our work conditions, & he told me to calm down, something that is routinely said by men to women to try to force them to (more…)
September 6, 2016
September 5, 2016
Elinor and Johnny
Marion and her 10-year-old son, Joe
Alice and Doug
Alice’s 16-year-old son Eddie
I wake up early. It’s raining. I call Peggy to ask hopefully, Is anyone having second thoughts? (more…)
September 4, 2016
September 2, 2016
I often send these lines to people who are grieving: (more…)
September 1, 2016
Ha ha I wrote that & then realized I'd written the same thing, almost word for word, a year ago. I'm the Henny Youngman of (more…)