My God, illness can wipe you out. I have been very dislocated from anything resembling reality for the last month. Bronchitis quickly descended into my lungs leaving me delirious and drugged with double pneumonia - no food, no drink, no awareness and no interest in life. Thank heaven for good friends, Megan who took care of me till she left for BC. Freya and Gary who insisted on feeding me and shopping for me. Cindy my cleaning lady who checked on me and took home my laundry regularly. I was sweating so heavily that my bedding and nighties needed frequent replacing. Miles my gardener and handyman, who took care of the spring clean up and pond renewal without me. Erica who chauffeured me to and fro Frances' memorial because she knew I'd feel worse if I missed it. Doctor Cameron, for seeing me promptly and often. THANK YOU ALL for dragging me back into the world, because for a while, I didn't want to be here.
I'll get back to my memoirs soon, I promise.
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- kingmisha
- I'm bigger than a pile of breadboxes, but smaller than a Sherman tank. I'm overeducated, underpaid but very content with my life. I have loved infrequently but intensely. I dated a poet, divorced a Dean, had an affair with a jazz pianist, was engaged to a diplomat, and widowed by my child's father. The men in my life were all very special. Not all grand passions but much loved in their time: Leonard Cohen, Alfred Pinsky, Billy Horn, Wendell Goodin, and Elliot Hirschman. Thanks for the memories... I'm a lapsed artist which doesn't really trouble me because I'm a very successful parent. I lacked the requisite conceit to persevere as an artist. I just couldn't make myself believe that my art came before my child. The world really doesn't need another sculptor (even a good one), but it does need another good human being. It can use all the good human beings we can turn out. I present Mambolica as my evidence so judge for yourselves.