I arrived yesterday. Mom was happy to see me. Likes my hair. A little bit longer. As it is now. Once or twice, I thank her for the compliment. The fourth or fifth or more times don’t have such a positive effect on me. I try not to take it personally, not to feel annoyed. … Continue reading A visit home.
One week you go to Provence; the next, the dentist. I just got back from a two hour session at the dentist office… the first half of the process of replacing an old crown and an old filling. That’s what happens when you get old (enough). Shit! The work that was already done, ok, a … Continue reading I sit here eating chocolate because I want to cry or get a massage or let a kid out of a cage, all of this which I’m sure is a politically incorrect thought not to mention a terrible title.
San Francisco is being its usual summer-y self. Cold, grey, and windy. I used to have more energy for it, though never did I ever like it. When I first came across a San Francisco summer — on the corner of 5th and Market when I was eight — sitting on the cold concrete sidewalk … Continue reading Grey Day…
The last couple of days I was in Totnes (pronounced Taut-ness, or tot-ness), I stayed at a quaint little hotel called “The Royal Seven Stars”. Quite a royal name, fancy and all, but inside it was actually rather down-to-earth, as was almost everything about Totnes. I would recommend this hotel, as I would also recommend … Continue reading Totnes. Part 2.
7am. San Francisco time (nine hours later here..) and Lisa’s in surgery right now for a kidney transplant… after, what is it? two or three years of four days a week home hemodialysis. I just spoke with Lincoln after seeing Lisa’s “6:00am Surgery” post on Facebook. If I were there I would be at the … Continue reading New friends in Totnes…
The slightly disconcerted concierge (why did I want to go nowhere special she wondered with her expression) had advised me to take the No. 24 tram to Olympiaplein. The problem was her instructions to me on where to find it weren’t clear, and besides I couldn’t remember what she had said. I was standing a … Continue reading Two! 2 days in Amsterdam, part 2, take 2.
Day two, today, of my great European adventure, I spent one night, last night at the Rho Hotel just off Dam Square in the heart of Amsterdam’s City Center, which means throngs of tourists, every one in a hurry, most of them not knowing where they are either, and whether tourist or local, not … Continue reading How I figured an alternative to a less than good idea I was contemplating…
And then he tried to explain it away in some way that didn’t seem anti-female. I’m not writing any thing new here. We all know — don’t we? — that in many if not most societies women still fall in the category of seriously second class citizen? Where are the exceptions? Iceland? Maybe? Icelandic women … Continue reading I remember Grandpa Harry praying, “Thank G-d for not making me a woman”.
I’ve been reading Ross Gay’s “The Book of Delights” which is truly delightful, while at the same time awakening to a lot of shit… well, for instance, the racism of our society, which is, to say the least, the opposite of delightful, which is part of why I love this book because Ross can handle … Continue reading A few more thoughts on Ross Gay’s writing… waking up, waking up, waking up.
Because of what happened between Bernie and Hillary’s supporters in 2018, I find myself worried about some kind of repeat performance. I’ve taken to encouraging FB friends to not “hate on” Democratic candidates. Like the one(s) you like, post about them, help the rest of us understand why, work hard for them, but just keep … Continue reading Bringing My Truth to the Table