But Christmas was a lovely success. I made classic turkey dinner with gravy and smashed potatoes, butternut squash, cranberries, rice pilaf with stir-fried veggies and laid it out for my dinner party of 6 (including me). E and Francine and… Continue Reading →
Merry Kissmas to those of you I know and those that I do not. I am having a fancy Christmas dinner complete with turkey and smashed potatoes and butternut squash and stuffing gravy cranberries vegetables in rice and lots of… Continue Reading →
I got out of the hospital last night. E took a car from brooklyn, picked me and Francine up from the hospital. Went home. I went in to the hospital on Sunday afternoon after being struck with really awful chest… Continue Reading →
This is Francis (packedby776) updating on behalf of Francis (deaa). deaa has been in the hospital since Sunday with chest pains; her subclavian artery dissected, and she’s going to have to have surgery. (They aren’t sure whether they’ll be doing… Continue Reading →
probably when i was in 8th grade i couldn’t pass this test. math was always my weakest subject. and when i went through my third major surgery they thought i might have suffered some brain damage because they had to… Continue Reading →
Things are about to take a pretty swift turn for the better…but it’s all top secret as that energy of gushing about things that haven’t been done isn’t really so much my style anymore. But, in the news: I got… Continue Reading →
“guess what I just did?” What? I asked. “I just played piano for Chantal (the singer of Morningwood) and Mick Jagger at this bar in Boston”. They were singing Ella Fitzgerald and some other stuff my tired mind could not… Continue Reading →
thankfully i do have my slick friend kate coming in to town on friday evening to rock out with me all weekend. how nice to be around someone who actually has her shit together, who doesn’t annoy the shit out… Continue Reading →
funny… when you think about writing all of the time. but when you have time to write you don’t have the energy to write. anything. i think the air in my apartment is sick, er, or full of things to… Continue Reading →
Best friends. The term for me is swarming with memory, times past and certain songs, busting down the window, cigarettes and coffee cups. I have always had one really good best friend. Or so I remember. But maybe it was… Continue Reading →
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