the old hen

2004-09-02T10:47:00.000-07:00

today saw work by antoni, i liked her take on rope and connective tissue. and bulls. one photo depicts her mother with three feet. her dress is bulging.

we had coffee in view of the governor. i couldn't stop my face from reacting to all the suits. he did, however, just pardon bruce.

meanwhile, i'm in trouble, trying to reduce panic to numbness:
let's call this portrait, "Self-medicating, with Family." What a bunch of cocks!

a friend's mother is in the hospital, on respirators. she has MS. she had a uti and then pneumonia. i said, stupidly, golly, she must be in a lot of pain. my friend said, well, she's been unconscious for a few days.

god.

not only that, but before she arrived to help her father and be with her mother, her neighbors, who i met, have a friend who visits daily, a little old lady named olgalita. she was run over by an 18-wheel truck, right in her brooklyn neighborhood. they had to flag down the driver, who never noticed. later, they had to scrape poor olgalita from the pavement with a shovel.

the truck was carrying coffins.

it's a good day to stay indoors. watch the muppets. or pepperpot.

another friend's father is in and out of the hospital, suicidal, and acting inappropriately. my friend keeps getting into car accidents.

my grandmother, the one with alzheimers, started al-anon in boston. her husband was in mclean's with joan.

i'm being called

menshenfriend

the old hen