Monday was, as I have mentioned, a horrifying clusterfuck. This AM started pretty poorly, too. However, one staff meeting, one doctor consultation, some sushi, and one yelled-at nurse later, equilibrium has returned. So, I wanted to address this weekend. It went nothing like I expected- but went well in a few surprising ways. Saturday, Soulhuntre…
So, as the cherry atop an utterly sucking Monday, my cell phone was destroyed. This has a number of ramifications: The one way I had established to be reached at with any continuity has been eliminated. The way I had to call out- and my phone book- is gone. The fine folk at Cobble Hill…
“Hairdressser!”“Hairdesser!”“Hairdresser?” “Yoo Hoo, hairdresser!” “Hairdresser!”….
Lots of people have been generously offering visits, calls, letters and care packages. I’ll take ’em. But I don’t want to post my address or cell number openly, nor do I have everybody’s email address here. So, if y’all are serious, send me a note at [email protected], and I’ll send you the necessary info. It’s…
“Yoo Hoo!” “Yoo Hoo!” I roll my pillow over my head, hoping, perhaps, to smother myself. “Yoo Hoo!” “Yoo Hoo!” “Yoo Hoo!” It then occurs to me, at 4:54 AM, that perhaps I am not the one to be smothered, and that no jury on earth could convict me. “Yoo Hoo!” It had started in…
30 Days? Kid stuff. Six weeks. So- after surgery, a few things were determined: I have to stay off this foot until it heals. I will need six weeks of IV therapy. IV therapy at home is hell even with help. Living alone means I cannot stay off the foot. My insurance will not let…
Some dayI’ll have:A dissapearing hairline.Some dayI’ll wearPajamas in the daytimeOh, afternoonsWill be measured outand measured inCoffee spoonsand T.S Elliot…
I’m about to check back into the hospital, so I wanted to mention some things… I am not going to be around, in all realistic estimation, for the TES Elections, nor the transition BoD meeting. I will, however, be reachable by cell phone and wish to stay in touch for these events. If at all…
I have a few things I’d like to say, but I don’t want to get lost in the staggering pile of posts in some of these forums. These things are all pretty simple and straightforward, and posting them here, although they may not reach as many people, should be able to stand alone- at least…
Sunday I check back into the goddamn hospital. Again. I just got back from the podiatrist. The cast did nothing good for me, and may even have made things worse. Cast is off, and I return to the arms of Methodist Hospital, this time for one to two weeks and one or more surgeries. Those…
You had your chance. Lots of people are concerned about 007’s candidacy. Lots of people are very upset, some even threatening to leave TES if he is elected. None of these people spoke up at Meet the Candidates, when it would have been appropriate. All I can conjecture is that it was not so vital…
Jim and Edna were both patients in a mental hospital. One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool, Jimsuddenly jumped into the deep end. He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there. Edna promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom and pulled Jim out. When…
Back from The Fest. Wow. It’s still going on as I write this, which means that there is always a chance for something to go awry, but I think it should be OK. I have a great staff, well briefed, and Ken, Tatsumi and Kimiko overseeing how it all goes down. Even if something does…
I have some of the most amazing friends on the face of the fucking earth. If anybody knew how much support and strength these charming sociopaths actually have to offer, they’d be as poleaxed as I often am. I’ve had people coming into my apartment to take care of my cat for two weeks, servants…