Surgery--Again

It was so eventful the place had to close???!!!!!

Yeh, it was Frank's plotz that did it.

There is surely, shirly, some link on that.

I've fallen myself - well, you were there, in albuquerque, I fell well, dlowan. That is my pattern. Usually when I do it, it is from dumkopfness, but I have various eye deficits.

Anyway, none of that happened in New York when Diane and I met, except for the first dinner we went to a place near the Y, on central park west, when I tripped up the steps when we were leaving.

I've no idea why Pierre au Tunnel closed. We liked it a lot.

Don't mention Frank's plotz!

When do you see the psych again?

worried in Adelaide.

Frank plotzed more than once. Can't blame the closing on Frank's plotz.

A zillion places have closed. Times are rough. Every time I ride down to Bellevue, I see more closings. Places that have been around a very long time. Makes me sad. No more Italian restaurant a block away. No more fish store. No more bakery. I could go on.

Deb, I called the therapist for an appointment. Waiting to hear from her.

I'm going out to dinner on Wednesday with my cousin. I'm going out to dinner on Thursday with an abuzzer--semiotterly. Going out to dinner next week with Sheila. Trying to get myself up and moving.

I contacted all the editors I work for. No work now. Sigh.

I'm trying to get myself back in gear. The therapist will help.

I have a few more things I'm trying to force myself to do. I'm milimetering my way along.

I started cooking again. A good sign. I have no appetite, but if I cook it, I eat it. Had pot roast tonight.

Worrying about being a dull and annoying dinner companion. Well, I'm usually annoying, but I'm not usually dull.

I just reread that last sentence. Made myself laugh.

DULL?!

This is good to hear, Roberta.
Make sure you report back on all those dinners!
The food, I mean.
Love hearing your details!
Oh & the people, too, of course.

Question: Did semiotterly used to be seattlefriend? (These days I'm getting my old Abbuzzers & early A2Kers mixed up, I'm afraid.)
If so, say hello from me.
If not, still say hello from me!


You have no idea how familiar those sentiments sound to me, Roberta!
I do know it's not easy to do when you're in a bit of a fug.
But, as a very wise person said to me, not too long ago: Don't wait for inspiration to strike before getting started, or for motivation to descend on you first..... getting started gets you going ... no matter how uninspired you feel when you start ...
So hey, I tried it & it works!!!!
You're obviously on your way already.
Good on you.

Back from Pig Heaven. The place was mobbed. The last time I was there I was worried that it would close. Robin managed to get us a table (they were turning people away).

Robin was examining the menu while I was just sitting there. She looked up and casually mentioned that there was a dragon behind me. I turned around, and yes, there was a dragon behind me. A fancy shmancy dragon in fuzzy red with sequins and spangles. Drums beat and the dragon danced.

Yes, boys and girls. We stumbled into Chinese new year's celebrated at Pig Heaven. Reservations only. We got in. Dancers. Women with silk scarves flying through the air. Girls with parasols spinning. Singing. Lots of fun. I enjoyed it. Robin enjoyed it. Yet I kvetched.

Would you expect anything else from moi? We couldn't talk. Straining to be heard left my throat sore. Fun, but not conversational.

I have a doggie bag of beef with abalone mushrooms. Robin finished her steamed shrimp with mixed vegetables. The food was good. The celebration was special. But it was too damned noisy.

That's two kvetches I've seen from Boida today.......I was very, very worried. I feel two kvetches worth better. Not a lot better, but two kvetches IS two kvetches.

Very auspicious, Roberta!


Yum, that sounds good!
Now I'm hungry.

You seem to like this place. I wonder why we never go there?

As an aside, didn't the Second Avenue Deli want to open a place nearbyish to you? Have they opened yet?

Well, Thomas, we haven't gone there recently because you were in Germany.

Yes, the Second Avenue Deli has opened a restaurant in my neighborhood. The noise was deafening. The result of metal ceilings. I can't eat a good deli samwich these days. Gotta get my tooth fixed.

How you doin', kid?

Hey, Boida, catching up as usual.

Glad you throat got the "nothing there," okay. Whew.

Loved your story of the pipsqeak. Served her right to be so unaware that you are human and that you were hurting. I'm also glad you pushed so hard. Hee hee.

Next time you see semiotterly, say "hi" for me.

I'm hoping to travel to Connecticut sometime in March or April. I'll come to New Yawk for a couple of day so we can see each other a couple of times. I'll call as soon as I have reservations.

Love you, thinking about you.

Diane, Thinking about you too. Semiotterly asked for you. I'll send her your regards. Looking forward to the visit--BIG TIME.

I finally got some work. A proofreading job. Much prefer proofreading to editing. It's been so long since I worked that I hope I haven't forgotten how.

Having done neither, I think I might prefer editing, at least in the sense I might like to be the king. I mean, let me do a good rubbishectomy on some of the stuff I've read, and let someone else tend to the details.

Roger, Spoken like a true amateur (no offense). The rubbishectomy you're talking about is rarely done these days. It's called developmental editing. Dig in and rewrite. It's tremendously time-consuming and a daunting task.

Most of the editing that's done these days (that I'm aware of) is copy editing. This is enough to keep a kid busy and off the streets. Editing requires major attention to details. MAJOR. The editor is responsible for all the details.

Proofreading is looking for mistakes. Big difference.

As a copy editor, I can average about 5 pages an hour. As a proofreader, somewhere between 15 and 20 pages an hour.

Oh, great to think of you and Diane getting together! And so happy Diane is going east for a while.

Also wonderful to hear you have work again Boida.

Hello Boida Goil

How are you?

I'm so pleased to read you've been out and aboot... and I hope your breathings improved and you have more work lined up.

Are you feeling OK?

Love ya boid, very much xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx