Good morning! Okay, Gary is already yelling at me to put down my phone and while I usually ignore him when he gets like this, today I know he’s right. Enjoy this pic of Jasper I just snapped to cleanse your timeline, and I know I’m preaching to my choir here, but get out there and VOTE! Our democracy literally depends on it.
Happy Halloween! Let’s play ketchup.
On October 23, 2022, we had our 50th high school reunion. There was a contest for best costume 1971, and too hilarious, Gary won.
Erm…he dresses like that every day.
And yeah, I’m aware we look like what we are. Fucking rock royalty, baby.
Hahaha or at least the parents of rock royalty.
On Saturday, we had an awesome Halloween dog parade in our hood and Jasper won Mr. Congeniality 😎
Finally, speaking of rock royalty, check out Gary last night.
First, Adrian Belew introduced Gary to Todd as “my bass player and former drummer’s dad and my very good friend.”
Gary and Todd had quite a chat. Gary shared how the bass player in his first band when he was 17 bought the bass player’s bass from Woody’s Truck Stop in 1970, Woody’s Truck Stop being Todd’s first band.
Then Gary shared that it was our son Eric who interviewed Todd for Talkhouse Magazine and Todd shared he loved it!
https://www.talkhouse.com/todd-rundgren-talks-with-eric-slick-dr-dog-on-the-talkhouse-podcast/
Gary also told him Eric recorded a cover of “Can We Still Be Friends” which got some attention and college radio play.
https://ericslick.bandcamp.com/track/can-we-still-be-friends-todd-rundgren-cover
So that’s what’s going on.
And now to get ready for tonight!
Morning! Today is Jasper’s Gotcha Day. It’s been an incredible year. We call him Pinocchio, it’s like having a toddler all over again, and Gary and I confirmed that we are happiest when we are parenting.
Retirement continues to be the greatest thing we’ve ever done. I mean, c’mon, we wake up and then we spend the day relaxing. The Republicans better not fuck this up! 😎
L’Shana Tova from my family to yours. Vegetarian matzo ball soup provided by Chef Gary. Caramel apple mascarpone kugel courtesy of me, joy provided by Jasper and an unexpected visit from Eric ❤️
I need to vent 😎
So I have old lady eye problems that I’ve been trying to resolve since June.
It’s gotten so bad I’m almost blind in my left eye. Last night after washing dishes, I was trying to put the sharp knives back in their butcher block holder and I had to feel for the compartments because I couldn’t see them.
The entire left side of my body is bruised because I keep banging into furniture and walls.
Anyway, the first procedure scheduled at the end of June was canceled and rescheduled to July because of Covid.
A day before the scheduled July procedure, when I didn’t hear from Wills Eye Hospital as to what time to be there, I called my doctor and uh-oh, I “must have fallen through the cracks. We’re so sorry. Can we reschedule for August 17?”
Hell no. It’s my birthday. August is my birthday month. Fuck that noise, I’ll be blind another month, what’s the difference at this point, I’m going on vacation.
Rescheduled for September 20.
Yay!
Except…
Friday I get a call from the doctor.
“We need clearance from your cardiologist for your anesthesia.”
“Okay, I’ll call him.”
“We already did. You were last there June 1. We need clearance within 90 days. You need to make an appointment.”
“But I’ll never get an appointment by Tuesday. Are you serious? I did so well at my June appointment, my cardiologist doesn’t want to see me for a year!”
“Sorry. We have to postpone the surgery. Call your cardiologist, get an appointment, and call me back to reschedule.”
Anyway, without going into it any further without telling you how much I fucking hate everyone and everything, I was magically able to get an appointment 10/3, called the eye doctor back and rescheduled surgery for 10/10, but not until I learned I need a new eye doctor appointment first because, yep, you guessed it, 90 days since last appointment.
That appointment is a three hour grueling nightmare by the way but again, I will spare you.
Okay, I feel better now. Other than that, life is grand. I can’t believe how much I love being retired.
I mean, come on. I wake up, then I relax all day. What’s not to love?
Gary is taking me to the beach next week where I can relax and hopefully not hurt myself banging into things.
The weather is glorious right now.
It could be worse.
Wasn’t my mom beautiful?
Here I am as a baby and omg my grandmother’s note ❤️
Me as a baby and toddler ❤️
This one really freaked me out. From left to right, my mother’s sister my Aunt Shirley, her son and my first cousin Robbie, my mother’s late brother’s daughter my first cousin Rosalie, my father, my mother, and my brother, David. Everyone in the pic is dead except my brother. It was taken in the 70s. By 1979 my mom was dead of a brain tumor at 49 and Rosalie would be dead a few months later after battling Hodgkins disease. Robbie died at age 48 in 2000 of cardiac arrest and despite my Aunt Shirley’s profound grief, she lived until 2015, age 89. My father died in 2011 at 82. He was a jazz musician, below the family pic is his punk rock photo har har, anyway, I sure hope I have Shirley and his genes re longevity but I kinda doubt it which is why I live a hedonistic life and live a day at a time.Though I am a vegetarian 😎
So Julie and her band are in town and last night they took me to a pre-birthday dinner at what is arguably the best restaurant in Philadelphia, The Saloon. Not exactly flattering, but here I am enjoying the greatest tiramisu of my life.
