Monday, August 22, 2022

Family fotos

Some  newly discovered family pics.  Understand that when my mom died over 40 years ago, my father didn’t save much so I have very few photos from my past. Some of these brought me to my knees.

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 😎


Tuesday, August 16, 2022

Best birthday month ever

 Photobombed by Adrian Belew 



Pre-birthday

 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.



Friday, August 12, 2022

WOODSTOCK


 So music camp ended this morning but Gary and I decided to hang in Woodstock at another hotel tonight because Julie et al are playing a sold out show here.


We drove around 30 miles to the center of town, which is all kinds of hippie charming, and Julie texted us to meet her at a really cool vegan restaurant where we could eat with Jasper.


We’re at our table sipping tea when I look up and who is standing there right in front of me waiting to grab a seat.


Neil Fucking Gaiman.


“Hi, Neil!”


“Robin?”


(I refer you to my blog and short stories for my Neil Gaiman history)


“Yep, we’re in town blah blah blah Julie has show here tonight blah blah blah. This is Julie obviously and this is my husband, Gary.”


Gary’s like, “Hey, Neil!”


Neil turns to Julie.


“You’re the drummer, right?”


“No, that’s my brother, Eric.  I play bass.”


“Nice!  Right after lunch I have to pick my son up at the School of Rock.  He’s taking drum lessons, or trying.”


Omg, Neil’s six year old son is following in my kids’ footsteps har har har.


What are the odds? 😜


So that’s my story, everyone around me was all impressed I’m friendly with Neil, and who knows, maybe he’ll show up at Julie’s gig tonight.

Wednesday, July 27, 2022

Last night

Last night Eric joined the Adrian Belew Power Trio in Nashville for their encore.

Mind blown.

Also, it was Christmas in July for me when both kids FaceTimed from Eric’s house ❤️  (They showed up dressed alike in yellow t-shirts which has been happening their entire lives)






Sunday, July 24, 2022

A Fish Story

 


So in our 50+ years together as childhood sweethearts, Gary and I have a lot of stories, but much to Gary’s hilarity, I have attributed one of his finest moments to myself. This pic is from 40 years ago, note Gary’s anti-Reagan t-shirt.  Somehow I’ve been telling people I caught that fish.  


Today I tried to tell Gary that, and he looked at me incredulously and insisted that he was the one.  

I actually argued it was me, and told him there was a pic of me in a drawer upstairs holding the fish and wearing an anti-Reagan t-shirt.

Anyway, neither one of us can stop laughing right now.  I hope all of you are starting your day likewise ❤️❤️❤️

Monday, July 04, 2022

Happy Independence Day

 


FAKE HOLIDAY!!!


Thanks, Donald.  Thanks illegitimate Nacho Supreme Court.

Wednesday, June 08, 2022

Postscript

 


So I knew when I was posting last night I should have waited until after my eye appointment this morning to say the worst was behind me.  I totally jinxed myself but no worries, I don’t like graphic health descriptions on Blogger and I’m too traumatized to talk about it, anyway.  Gah!  Why why why do I always go in oblivious with no symptoms and leave with a dire unexpected diagnosis?  Oh yeah, I am old.  I got the memo, goddess, go bother someone else now.  I’m going to have a bowl of (non dairy) ice cream and listen to records.  If anyone needs me, I’ll be at the beach.  Not even joking. 😎