Is there Balm in Gilead?

Oh, I don't fucking believe this computer.
Too often now it has lost all of my written words - today taking an entire huge Blog's worth of everything done since leaving California.
Gad-fucking-zooks --- Enough already. SHIT!
In a nutshell -- I am in Gilsum.
K and B returned from Ecuador - Katie with some horrid eye infection that has them today gone to Dartmouth to see a specialist.
I cooked my first totally solo lunch at Badger - quesadillas. A hit! I watched in horror last week as many of the stuffed peppers I worked so hard making got tossed into the compost. Ugh.
Mother's Day in Boston with Charlotte, hours after arrival on Alaska, whom lost a huge piece of luggage, which eventually got returned.
My new hat; a gift for finding the cell phone of a Carlisle Fireman, while driving around one Saturday with Kim Lenz. A lovely CFD baseball hat.
A trip, alone, to see Un Chant D'Amor by Jean Genet (last seen by me in Boston in 1974) at the MFA.
My going to see Grindhouse at the Capitol Theater in Arlington - first time there in over a half century - I was a student at St. Agnes in Arlington then.
Finding Berry Berenson's name on a memorial within the Public Gardens - 9/11 Massachusetts's victims. Berry was on the first plane to hit the WTC. She was a lovely human being and certainly one of the nicest persons to ever walk through the door of Red Devil Tattoo.
Tapas at the Vendome with Charlotte, her son Tim (my nephew) and his girlfriend, Melissa. I had never had tapas before - go figure - and this was my suggested locale, after a walk up Newbury Street on Mo's Day.
The DeCordova Museum. The Emerson Umbrella, with Kim, whom is associated with the place and showing currently with a group show there.
Pi Alley for the first time, and being treated very nicely by Bob - whom we discover later through Gene is an old friend form 1270 days. Had we only known!
I am in Gilsum, working badger balm.
My choice of a cabin here awaits work that is being done now as I sit typing.
I fear losing more material again, so I am going to post this and do more later.
My back is killing me.
Oh - and I got my medication last week delivered - and my BP is still over 200. Is this MY normal? It bothers me.
Whatever.
Do remind to share the tale of driving back alone here Sunday night. Yeesh, lost but good. Fun!

Griffith Park Ablaze

Hmmm. I do miss the idea of seeing all of this from the immediacy of my deck on Griffith park Boulevard, but what with L.A. again getting the Numero Uno bad air qualification for the US - nah, don't miss it. Can't even begin to imagine how dreadful the air quality must be as a result of this, the second fire in the past few weeks or so. I do feel short-changed that I never got into the refurbished Observatory. What a mess they made of what once was my absolute favorite place in all of that megalopolis. Sad. Over.
Remember it the way it was.

Flame on, Los Angeles.


Would I feel cheated if I miss out on The Big One? I'm talking earthquake here, not fire. Only in the most abstract of ways, kiddo.


Three days of no water, and gunfire will fill the air!


Who needs Disneyland?

Invasion!

Well? Hey, Donald.

DUCK!

That's a joke.

Of course I remember Freddie. Oddly though, I do not know, except by name, Mssr. Blasidell.

And you eradicated two messages left down in here somewhere.

How the fuck did you ever find this? That amazes me. You are one of three persons to have been here, and only one of them did I give the access to.

What a pleasant surprise.