The early bird gets the worm, so I’m delighted to report that on my new medicine “cocktail” I am going to bed at a reasonable hour and rising to see the dawn break. It’s wonderful. And importantly, I awake feeling clear-headed and actually quite curious (somewhat rambunctious?), though fortunately tethered firmly to the ground and in reality. What a relief. I’m continuing my dance with YouTube—and their pesky AI—but also now weaving in Wikipedia (who I hope to give a $2 donation to before the year is out).
A very interesting sidebar has developed involving dear friend Sue Weiler’s attempt to organize a gathering at her parents home on December 28th. In my opinion, she may have made a key tactical error by trying to send invites through Facebook—but you know these kids today, they are so hesitant to heed warnings about social media…Sue is trying to rectify the situation through email, but alas she is coming up short.
I’m chuckling again, remembering when I was back at Smith my Freshman year in the Fall of 1984, making plans for a midnight gathering at my folk’s place with the Horny Devil gals. I took a piece of my monogrammed stationary, slid it into my Brother (?) typewriter, and whipped off an invite template for “Cocktails and Conversation” hosted by none other. Then I went to a Xerox or Canon copier either on campus or in Noho (this was how you attempted proper invites on the cheap) and for a quarter or so a page, printed off 12 invites—keeping the original for myself. Alas, it’s now long gone (along with some of my juicy journals) but I do at least for now remember creating it.
So hopefully sweet Sue can figure out this SNAFU modern technology has wrought upon her little soirée. In the meantime, I’m continuing on with my artwork, hoping to have some pieces to sell at the German Village Trash and Treasures Day Sale in May 2023 (date to be announced). I plan to take a portion of my proceeds to the Hyde Park Grill for a steak dinner and to hopefully purchase the Seafood Tower appetizer (may need to include Mom to get this purchased). I’m diligently collecting “castaways” in the German Village alleys, but may need to expand my search to the scrap yards, as I’m looking for metal (preferably wavy) and other assorted bits and pieces. I’ve never been to a scrap yard, and I’m most eager to see who’s working there—perhaps they might let me take photographs. As I well know, ALWAYS ask for permission! Chuckle.
Finally, today is Thursday, and that means therapy, more analysis, more of Fetter prodding me to unleash some inner-feminist side (or so I think). That’s just not my thing as of now, though, for reasons somewhat complicated, perhaps driven by Fate, something deep that I’m going to keep locked away for my own safety. I don’t trust women. Period. Maybe a few I’ve met I might consider confidants but I can count them on one hand.
So on that happy note, let me conclude that it is another Gray Lady Day in Columbus and my house is drafty and my feet are cold again. Time for more coffee, perfunctory call to Mom to go over the Wall Street Journal, eat some lunch, then scoot. I do so love driving the back roads of Columbus. Took getting me off the crazy highways around here to see everything that is around me! So Much To Discover….Ohio The Heart Of It All…who comes up with these catchphrases?
Brilliant.
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