"Rage, rage against the dying of the light." Thomas

.....I just learned from somewhere in this Google blog services that I've published 388 posts. Actually, I've written much more than 388. But whose counting?  I really should be working on my Great American Novel, but I have writer's block on that effort at the moment. Cuzzin Ruthie says it will only be the third best novel.  However, in my defense, I never said what number novel of greatness mine would be. As of now, I suspect it will be somewhere between the 2037th and 2075th best novel ever written. But, who cares?  It's acceptance is not the goal; the goal is to write it and finish it and let Lulu publish it and then let the Devil take the hindmost--whatever that means.

.....Another sad event has occurred among those that have happened recently. Leila Fallet died. Leila had the voice of an opera singer and she played important parts in the book shows that we produced here for our stage..and we did many B'way performances--but way off B'way. I hope this passing away is not catching; John Reardon died, Tom O'Connor, Howard Wolfe, a downstairs neighbor Danny, and now Leila. I'm going to Walgreen's or CVS tomorrow to see if they have any preventive over-the-counter medication. I'm not prepared to go just yet.

.....Even Rhoda's laptop passed away peacefully. Consequently, we went to Best Buy and bought her a new one. A geek there took all the stuff Rho had on the old one and transferred them to the new one.  Rhoda is no expert on the computer, but she does very well. Only on occasion do I have to help her--if I can.  I try to think about what we did when we didn't have computers. I know I never could have written my autobiography on a typewriter; and blogs were not well known, nor was email.  We had to depend on the telephone to communicate with our kids or grandkids. And the weird thing to note is that before the telphone, there were smoke signal.