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  1. In and Out of Funkville

    Sunday, October 11, 2020


    I thank God/dess for the people in my life who, from time to time, pull me out of my funk.  A writer friend hired me to proofread a grant application for her.  When I finally did the work, I actually felt productive and useful.  It’s been a while since I felt that way.


    Over a week ago, I spilled some wine and fucked up my keyboard.  I couldn’t even type in my password to get on the computer, never mind get on-line.  My buddy loaned me a keyboard and told me how to connect it to my computer.  So I’m back in business.  However, when it all happened, I couldn’t participate in the weekly poetry workshop that is often a highlight of my week.  I was able to return the following week.  It makes such a difference for me.  The interaction with the others has become so necessary, even if it is only on-line.  Even without a webcam or mic, I can see and hear the others, plus I can write in the chat box.


    A friend from high school sent me a monetary gift.  The generosity and love – wow.  I can keep my utilities going (including internet, cable, and phone).  Thank you, Susy. 💛


    My friend Mindy Levokove and I are going to meet this week so she can record me reading 15 – 20 minutes of my poetry.  She is going to have two more poets as well and present it as a poetry reading on line.  I am glad to be part of that.  We will do this outdoors, so we are not breathing at each other.  This will be my first train ride in many months.  I hope no craziness breaks out.  Since birth, I have had way too much craziness in my life.


    As I continue to declutter my apartment, I find so many more piles.  It is so overwhelming.  I live in a one-bedroom apartment, and I don’t know how I ever fit so much shit in here.  Goodness!  It is such a mirror image of the heavy piles inside me.


    Tonight I went to the store.  The corner was blocked by police tape.  There was a patrol car on the sidewalk, lights flashing.  I asked the store worker what happened.  Apparently a woman stabbed her boyfriend to death.  Someone else told me it had been an abusive relationship.  Without more info, I don’t know which one was the abuser.  I do know many people have a worse situation than I.  Again, I felt grateful that I (with the help of Divine intervention) have stayed away from romantic involvements.  It doesn’t feel worth it to me.  Plus I watch a lot of “Dateline.” I feel horrified at people without a conscience and a great sense of relief that I don’t date anymore. 


    Another of my pandemic poems has been published on line by Highland Park Poetry.   It is the October 10th daily poem.


    Regarding the VP debate:





    Much love to CGG-M 💕💕

    Mindy Matijasevic







  2. 5 comments:

    1. Melinda said...

      Lol, the R.B.G. Humor! I too have been climbing out of N sorting piles if stuff. Sometimes, it takes a pandemic to get shit done🤣. Wow, that was some tragic event at the grocery store, how sad.
      Daring? What's that🧐? Well darling, enjoy the hugs when they're back. God knows there nothing like a good hug, now more than ever. Glad you keeping you head up, come what may❤.

    2. Melinda said...

      I meant to say, " Dating? Whats that, ugh.

    3. OH I'm glad you clarified. Now it all makes sense.

    4. Jack Cooper said...

      I spilled wine on _my_ laptop some time ago and have since had to operate without the letter "b" -- it could have been worse, of course, say. a vowel (the "e"!). I make do with the on-screen keyboard (which poses considerable menace both to my patience and my laptop -- as a whole) -- I haven't yet been willing (or able) to shell out for the plug-in. I am happy, though, to provide my address to anyone who should wish to have it. My congratulations to you in the meantime, Mindy! Tap on!

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