So many musings...

On items and their valuation, on friendships and their transition to long distance, on the painful and difficult extrication of oneself from life-changing mistakes, on competent and incompetent people, helpful and not helpful people, clingy pets who fear suitcase and box packing and change species/phyla to something more like furry limpet things. But who the fuck has time to write about all this? Certainly not me.

Next posting will assuredly be from the new location, albeit probably the internet cafe down the street. Which cracked me up last time I was there, because the empty wall space over the counter is filled with glamorous and signed head shots, the kind that in New York would be of celebrities who had stopped by the pizzeria (usually) or deli or whatever and enjoyed some food item there and handed over a signed picture of gratitude (in the pizzerias these are often celebrities of a more Italian nature), but in my new neighborhood all the glossy headshots are merely of aspiring actors, to wit, nobodies. In the celebrity sense, that is. It is, I believe, what they call "indicative."