Where is my left foot?

But a new pattern became clear. She surrounded herself with people she has known since grade school and members of her church.

“Now I’m gonna be 44…”

Last night at local sports bar Shennanigans, most of the adult and relatively adult faces in attendance, taken with my fab new iPhone 3G. I realize now missed a few!:

Susan, Adele, Ken, Stacy, Rob, Jen, Tony, Alissa, Pete, Kramer, Steve, Tina, Tess, Valerie, Amy, Brian, Corey, Lynn, Ariel, Karen, Keith. I missed Liz, Kenny and Susie B.

I had a great time, and Hollywood is a place where we’ve made more friends than we’ve ever had before. I was toasted for the first time in memory (since our wedding) by pediatrician and fellow Impediment Kenny B. Lots of gifts are on my desk, including a volume by David Lynch called “Catching The Big Fish”.

After many years of suffering, I’ve decided, not today but recently, to cease internal activities that cause distress. When I find myself doing this, I let it go. I have found that nothing is being gained from this activity, and that my mind works better when I don’t. Much — but not all — of this activity consists of examining in detail the imagined or real implications of one situation after another and passing judgment on it = internal stress, misery, suffering. Tally ho! This is the equivalent of standing at the edge of a river and tossing some of your most “precious” “possessions” in, but by cracky that’s what I’m up to.

So, don’t fuck with me or…I’ll cast you in too!

In a painful ironic twist of fate, and of a virtual part of my body I’d rather not have twisted, the remnants of TS Fay, the tail, came through yesterday with incredible fury, dropping gallons of rain, and some wicked lightning. One of these wicked bolts fried the sound chip in my Mac G5, a part which is apparently soldered to the board, which means a new logic board at least. The last thing I listened to? This I will be listening to music through my iPod for awhile. Lightning doesn’t like having its picture taken.

Susan’s drive home from work yesterday was genuinely frightening, as she was afraid of the car getting swept away.

The theme of the week: Blood. I began noticing distinct little bits of color here and there, my mind pointing out what was already there, here and there. Then there was yesterday’s first breakfast egg, which when cracked into the frying pan had a distinct hue. Then there were the beets. Then King Crimson. Then a glass of red wine, and The Masque of the Red Death. Theme of the week: The Color of Blood.

This morning:

And this evening:

A beginning. A memoir.

Dolphins, May 1974, Old Grey Whistle Test

The first panorama was shot in October 2005, immediately after Hurricane Wilma. Today, during Tropical Storm Fay, I shot the second one:

The little, sad, broken tree in the bottom right of the first panorama recovered, and is now an 18 ft. tall Kapok.