Surgery--Again

There. It's coming back. Good!

I love it, Roberta! More! More!

Go for it!

You're Holding Back, Boida....I can feel it.



Just say what you REALLY mean.

Duck everybody! (You're sounding better, Roberta. Hang in there.)

Checking in the Boid -

hugs to you girl x

I would expect a better kvetch from you, Boida. Keep them coming, gal!

Checking in on our Nite Owl...

How ya doin' girl?

x

Semiliterates of the world: watch it.

jes, I'm no threat to semiliterates. If I were, they would have been banished decades ago. Fact is I have nothing against semiliterates. I'm sure there are many fine people who can't write. It's when the semiliterates WRITE BOOKS that I get pissed. It's when formerly reputable publishers publish the books written by the semiliterates that I get pissed. My one remaining hope is that no one will buy the damned thing. Problem is that by the time I'm finished with it, it won't be semiliterate anymore.

There is no justice in this world. NONE.

Thanks to you all for your words of kvetch encouragement. I'm doing the best I can in a distracted condition.

Still noivous.

Kvetching is good for the soul. It builds character and contains Vitamin Kv.

Of course you're noivous dollink....so are we.


(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((Boida))))))))))))))))))))))))))

Now........


You have warmed up a little....howsabout a REAL kvetch?

The bunny's right, we're all nervous about this.

I could use a little kvetch training.

I think I could do a sorta beginner kinda kvetch, but I need more. More more more examples of a good kvetch.

Like about the difficulty I've had finding good chicken livers. Where are the chicken livers?

and sour cherries. why is it so hard to find good sour cherries. or any sour cherries.

I am so gonna kvetch about Boida not kvetching!

Much as we love you, you're letting the side down.

And the silence is scary.

Also...kvetching about illiteracy is ok....but feel free to kvetch about how scared or pissed or whatever about the stoopid lump thing!!!


But seriously...thinking about you all the time.

I've been focused on peripheral kvetching because the thing that's really bothering me leaves me paralyzed with fright. And speechless, relatively speaking, if such a thing were possible with me.

And what's on my mind about the horrible possibilites ain't good kvetch material. Life. Death. How many times do I get cancer before I say, "Leave me alone." Now I'm getting weepy.

Better to worry about Bethie's chicken liver problem. Foist, get a chicken. However, if you want more than one liver, don't they come in those impossible-to-open containers in Canada? My supermarket hasn't had livers lately either. Maybe the chickens have been genetically altered and are now liverless. Who the hell knows. I have knowledge of or information on sour cherries. I like the sweet kind, avec pits.

I'm a wreck today. Trying to work.

"how's joba's shoulder?" he asked distractedly...

Chickens in the supermarket have been stripped of their livers.

Chickens in the organic market have their livers, but you need to put a mortgage on everything you own to buy one of those chickens.

I don't know about any unopenable packages. I'd get into the package if I could find a package of chicken livers. I have tools.

Just got a call from the doctor. I have cancer--again. I will see him tomorrow.

He must present my case to a cancer planning board to decide on a course of treatment. That will take another week. He says it's likely that the treatment will be either radiation or surgery and radiation.

I'm can't begin to imagine how I will pay. I'll be meeting with the finance people tomorrow too.

Nothing more to say.

jesus murphy, leave Roberta alone

Oh Boida.


I wish we could be there with you for real.

Yeah, Murphy..leave Boida the hell alone.