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Mayday baby. And rabbit rabbit. Go know. It's not rabbi rabbi although I did go visit my favorite Holocaust survivor in Mount Sinai last night. Poor Henry Flescher, he made it to 94 and then he got the big casino. He also made it to Israel for the 70th birthday celebrations. It was sweet. It's bittersweet to see him go. He's not gone and I already miss him. I saw him every Tuesday for the past year. He was one of a kind. I met his other daughter from Boston and Carmen just took off for Spain. Isn't that typical?
Today is one of those blah days that nothing really matters. Why? Well, yesterday was a big banner day called May Day and tomorrow is Regina's birthday. I don't celebrate either day. I also think Sr. Cooke's birthday is coming up very soon too. That bruja. Why do I even write about her? Because she is on my mind. So is that other witch, Isabel. She refers to herself as Ma Bel. I love that story. She's a real mother, that's for sure. I love that her daughter ran away far from home to California and has never come back!
Happy birthday in heaven to my darling Regina. I'm looking for that portrait I have of her and I'm posting it on FB. That's the ticket. I've been too silent about her for many years. I knew that I was gay when I married her. I guess I am the true bisexual. Is there something so horrible about that? Bisexuals are not accepted by the straight nor gay community. They look like they're hedging their bets. I think that's a disservice. Everyone is bisexual. Some are some more one way than the other. I like the smell of chocolate chips.
What a day this has been! What a rare mood I'm in! Why, it's almost like being in love. There's a smile on my face for the whole human race. I could swear I was falling in love. And the beauty of life seems to be like a bell that is ringing for me. And from the way that I feel when that bell starts to peal, I could swear I was falling in love. It's been a while since I fell. When was the last time I fell in love? It's been decades. I love the ones that love.
It's raining like a cow pissing on a flat rock. HRS said that we're under a tropical wave. What the hell? We just started May and those things are not supposed to appear until June. They just keep getting earlier. And stronger. It's worrisome. I think it might be high time to sell the house. We gotta get out of this place! He told me for years that he would never leave this place but suddenly he is thinking about the future. I think it's a great idea, but he wants to move to a house in this neighborhood. No!
I just wrote 100 words and then lost all of them. I hadn't signed in properly and I got a my sequel error. That's the worst. You know when you get one of those, the words are just gone. That's the way it is. That's the way of the crumbled cookie. It's time to get moving. I have to do something. Well, I am doing something! I am writing today's 100 words. No more, no less. I can do this. It's very doable. I just have to keep on tapping on those keys. Tapping on my trusty laptop. That's it!
We just went through the May 4th, 5th, 6th and now we're at May 7, what is today's play on words? There is none. We're back to just having days. It's almost time to get moving. I have to do things. I can't be sitting here writing all day long. It's just 100 words, how long can that take? Another anti wrinkle cream in no hurry to make any difference. I love Nicole's accent. It's so luxurious. That's what we think of British and Australian accents. They're just sounding so haughty. That's the ticket. I need to think British, yeah!
Think Yiddish, act British. Is that the saying? Why is that still on my mind? I don't know. I just type whatever is in my head and then I move on. Speaking of which, it's time to move. I have to get out of here. It's time to stop typing! I'm sitting here tapping into my trusty laptop and all I can think of is, I should be outside doing things. That's the ticket! It's the way of the crumbled cookie, get it? I don't get it, but they're good words. It all counts toward my final 100. That's it!
It's only Wednesday, but I swear I feel like I have lived months in the past few days. Yesterday, Isora went down at the clinic and spent hours in the ER. Raoul is completely mental at this point. I wonder what is going to happen now. I think we have to make a quick decision to move and get this house ready for that purpose. It won't be easy and will take literally months. I think if we start now, we could be ready by the end of the year. That's the ticket! I think, therefore it's possible. Yeah baby.
Have you heard of a troll farm? I love that expression. It was part of the Russian investigation in to Facebook advertising. They placed thousands of ads! That was from the troll farm! Go know. Who'd've thunk it? I think that HRS is going to spend one last night with his sister and then she's going to Hialeah later tomorrow. That will be after the appointment she has made to have a cast put on. Pobrecita! There is a lot to tell but there are only so many words to do it. I have nothing to say. That's a hoot!
This was a week that seemed like two weeks rolled into one. Isora fell on Tuesday and the week dragged from that point forward. It was dreadful. Today Raoul and Gloria are taking her to a doctor appointment to see if she has to have surgery on her hand or if a cast will do. They should be there for a couple of hours. And then HRS is going to the nursing home to do hairs. I'm so glad to have the day off. Holly wants to go to the movies today, but I think I'm begging off. What else?
Nikki, Nicki. I don't care, it's a dumb name and I know a whore like girl in Lawrence Kansas who goes by that name. There's another girl named Allison who is a nice Jewish girl. Seems so inappropriate and then she went a married a Sheggetz with a beard. I just learned that term that is red underlined while I'm writing. It's the male version of a Shikse. I love those old Yiddish words. They're the best. What of Yiddish? It's a lovely language, but it's based on German and then I have to wonder, how did Hebrew get made?
Today is a beautiful day. The sun struggles to shine because there is a dense layer of clouds. It gives an overcast appearance to the day. But the sun tries to shine between the cracks. The sprinkles come down now and then. It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. We live in interesting times. The sky falls every day. I used to think my fence could make the world go away. But this morning all I know is I want to fall down and cry. This morning, I don't need my fence. I need my neighbor on the other side.
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, but what a f*%ed up neighborhood! I love to sing that. That's my mantra. That's the ticket. Am I giving up going to work on Tuesday and I'm going to the movies instead. It's a great idea and I said I would do it, so why not!? Interrobang. That's the ticket. It's the way of the crumbled cookie. I know how to fill up fast. I'm hungry. Can you make me some food? I'm not really hungry. I know not hunger. I wonder what it truly feels like. This hunger is bad.
The trouble in the Middle East troubles. I decided that I am going to visit Israel for the first (and most likely, the last) time this summer for a couple of weeks. It's funny that I always said that if I went to the Middle East, I would go for at least a month and I'm only going for 11 days. That's just queer. I need to expand my discoveries for a couple more days or at least another week. I can't think that I'm going to fly for 18 hours each way and stay for less than two weeks.
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, but what a fucked up neighborhood. Actually, this place is the opposite of a ghetto. We are luxury all the way. And it's way past time to get the hell out of here. We have been living in a large house for about 25 years too long. Not really that long of a time, but we have been here long enough that it's time to move out. I wonder what the next thing is going to be. We are having a major decision of whether to buy or sell our next place. Whoa!
Oh my, time flies. Before I realize it, I am back here typing out 100 words for the current day. It's a social tasking website and it's unrelenting. Day after day, oh dear lard these things I pray. To know thee more clearly. To love thee more dearly. To follow thee more nearly day by day. Being a Jew, I know that these words represent following the Lord, but I don't believe that. I hardly believe in following G-d. I just think that it's all going to happen regardless of any belief system. That's the way of the world.
Baby, we found love right where we are. I love life today. Today is not a good day to die. Well, it really is, but I feel in my bones that I have another 30 years. Is that possible? I suppose there are those who feel like they have a long way to go and then there are the others who feel the time is nigh. There are days when I say eff it, I'm ready. Take me, death. Then there are days like this one that I want to live. KLG and Hoda are talking fascinators. It's rather royal.
I don't like hearing Nicholas Maduro, much like I don't like hearing Donald Trump. What has become of the world today? There was a time when folks at least had the civility to be civil toward the other side. Now we are so balkanized that we can't even bear to hear their name. I really don't like that orange person in the white house who is all puffed up and rather effeminate. I think I would like his affectations. They just repeated the news. It must be a slow news day. I hope to make it through one more day!
It's already May 20 and I can't help but notice how time is flying by. It's amazing how quickly the time passes. I don't know what to do. It's a shonda to the neighbors. Oh well, I'll just smoke more pot and let the days news wash over my back. Family, back off my back! That's an artwork I have by Ruby C. Williams in the bathroom that I bought from her for $175. Raoul was appalled at how I threw around money as if I had it. I myst have because I don't recall any problems after the fact
Oy, what a week it's going to be. I am awfulizing over the possibilities. But in the end it will be just fine. I forgot that bossy lady is gone for two days this week so I've been having a vacation from her for awhile. She might be thinking of getting a new person. Isn't that funny that when bossy stops the super communication that was evident, I immediately go to the firing scenario. It's all I know. It happened twice already. The first time, it was months of building. The second time it was truly years of mental abuse.
I am filled with love for HRS. He is a sweet person, when he wants to be. That's what I get for looking at a recent photo. He's a darling little man and can be so gosh darn sweet when he wants but at other times he's a pill. And I'm afraid to admit that lately he's been more of a pill. What am I to do? I will suffer in silence. That is my lot in life. It will be okay. It's the way of the crumbled cookie. I think that everything will work out in the end. Yeah.
When will it end? We really have to sell this old house. And we have to do it before the sea level rises so the new owners can tear down this pre-sea level rise house and build a new house for the new millennium. That's the ticket. We have to get out of here. It would be awesome to have a futuristic house but who could afford it? Those super rich people, that's who! And yuck. I should just sell it and get the hell out of here. I don't want to see what they do to it. No.
Baby, why don't you just meet me in the middle? What is better - biscotti or a falafel? One is sweet and one is savory. It depends on your mood. Are you in the mood for something sweet or something savory? Poor poor ze Eric. Do you remember that saying? That's what we used to say every time Eric the Siamese cat would throw up. Grandma Grace had that cat. He was not loved enough. He did not care about humans. What a typical Siamese though. He was truly Grandma's cat. Why don't you just meet me in the middle? Yeah!
I started the day badly. I put on my black jeans and forgot to wear a belt. Those pants are way too big. I have lost weight since I started wearing them. I used to have a much larger belly even though it's still big. I need to make more poo. It will go down. We're having a lot of rain. There is a tropical storm at our back door. That's not very nice considering that hurricane season doesn't start until June 1. Get over it, baby. We have to get the hell out of here. I keep saying that.
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Won't you be my neighbor? It's the beginning of the end but that's okay, because we have plenty of cookies. That's the way of the crumbled cookie. We have to take a small break but that's okay. Once I have written 100 words, I can go ahead and I can start living. It's a good thing. The weather outside is frightful, but the weather inside is so delightful. The air conditioner is blasting cold air to all part of the house. So the windows are starting to fog up. There is a lot.
Is a hamburger a sandwich? Or is a hot dog a sandwich? A hamburger is more like a sandwich, but a hot dog is never a sandwich. There is no such thing as a hot dog shaped sandwich. I wonder if you could make a sandwich with a hot dog bun. It would then qualify as a sandwich, n'est-ce pas? I don't know. It has a certain how do you say I don't know. It's the way of the crumbled cookie. Over and out, I'm gone. It's been a good run, but I'm outta here. I am Audi. Right.
Soon it will be true summer. Right now, it's just metaphysical summer. The spring time weather has given way to summer time doldrums. The weather is going Montel Williams. There is a tropical storm that is making things just miserable. It's totes miz. I know that I have to keep this light. I don't have to, it's just the way of the world. Can you get heavy in 100 words, no more, no less? Not really. But you can try. Why not try? Give it the old college try. You tried then. Try now. What is all this about trying?
Today was a day where I truly earned my pay. I didn't want to, but I ended up working 8 hours. I am used to only working 5 hours, so it was a true shock to my system to work a full day. I can't do it anymore. It's draining. Working 5 hours is okay because it's just long enough. I have become accustomed to working part time having done it for three years already. It's not a full three years. That won't happen until Labor Day and we just celebrated Memorial Day. The only holiday between is July 4.
I seen to remember Memorial Day as being celebrated on May 30. Was it May 31? I don't have my glasses on and this is looking like tiny type. I just hit the increase type size button. That's a life saver on the keyboard. Thank you to whoever invented that little trick. I wonder how many people know that little factoid. its a well-kept secret. Attention, I have to get ready to go. I am almost done so that's it for me today. I hope you have a nice day. I'm going to try. Why not? Otherwise, why bother?
Another month ends! Here comes hurricane season. We already had our first storm and it came before the season even started. It's not the first time and we evaded it again but there will be others. The thought of no air conditioning makes me mental. We went a whole week last year without electric. I pray that doesn't happen again this year. That was a crazy hurricane season. They're just getting worse. Thank you climate change. But it's not real! Don't get me started! I have a lot of opinions about this subject and it's time to get real, people!
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