Well, people, the infectious diseases doctor and I are done
for now. I’m
okay though vulnerable. I’ll be more okay and less vulnerable if I break off my long-time
affair with cigarettes. I have to make a
much better effort.
The living room/sofa situation is moving along very slowly
because I am a
procrastinator with issues.
Glad I got laundry done.
This Saturday, I am part of a group of poets who will be featuring
in New
Jersey. I feel good about
that. I will be getting a car ride from
Manhattan. That’s what makes it possible
for me to accept such an offer. I am
grateful.
In my decluttering (or what’s been called my
archeological
dig), I find notes I’d written from years ago.
At the time, they were meant to be notes for a poem or comedy or
autobiographical prose. I just found one
and can’t remember who in the world the other person was. In the note, I refer to him as Videographer.
Videographer: You’re
beautiful.
Me: Thank you.
Videographer: You are
so full of feelings.
Me: Yep. Spilling over.
(Later -- in a PIZZA
shop)
Videographer: This is
expensive.
I can only imagine I wrote this down because it seemed to
represent a
theme in my life at the time, a theme I was ready to end.
Remember March 20th is my comedy show on City
Island. Mark your
calendar. Laughter guaranteed.
I need to dig for more fossils in my living room now.
