You, and a train set

Hi Carole, forever my love ... Danny and Elena came over last night, grand they were here. They bought Key Lime sherbet, Key West in thought and we shared stories of you. Lit candles. Broke bread. Sherbet first, then pizza and salad, topped with a fruit torte. Poignantly sweet.

Also today, donated the grandkids toys from Miguel and William to Christ the King Annual Fall Elephant sale, the train set with a control sounding like the toot-toot whistle of a train with working platforms, a water mill, a grain miller and more. And while glad will be going to other children, sad too, because the set with its tracks and tunnels and cars lived here for a more than decade and had been played with, traveled the countryside on a bedroom floor.

Chuga, chuga, chuga like railroad train, come on baby do the locomotion.

Love, sojourns and time a-going.

October 19, 2017. Carole, come hither ....

Hi my love, you must want me to live a long time because you keep placing obstacles; our book almost as it was months ago: not progressing.  Hurricane Irma delayed yet not an excuse. The reality is I'm stuck.

Interestingly, in keeping with your appearing within the week before you died, you found me again.  A reach beyond memories and tears.

Days surrounding, a predicament from a news article October 14. Kingpin dealings from 1993 thought closed, has the justice department taking a second look. You'd always maintained there would be more, and there is, close to home, connected.

https://www.justice.gov/opa/pr/federal-agent-colombian-narcotics-kingpin-and-colombian-national-indicted-conspiracy

OK, so in matters of the space time continuum, maybe not as momentous as Einstein's gravitational ripples recently proven, but still a foreshadowing, a pathway.  My quandary, how to express this 16 years after your death, your premonition come true.

Should psychic Elena, whom the reader met earlier, be called upon? Or Leslie?  We are writing creative nonfiction, so what is the method, a technique, for bringing this new find forward?

You directed me to the material, now please channel your creativity! An epilogue seems like a cheat, shortchanges us. You with your mentoring voice — a tap, a whisper: insight. Show me.

The Sound and the Fury, nice title, not mine!

Oh Carole,

Hurricane Irma will soon be upon us. Your boys should be fine, managed to find a tree trimmer! Oh Carole, so wish you were here, maybe you are?

Yellow paramecium scarf

HI CArole,

Dreaming of you lots, working on our book, hopefully to finish before I die.  Sometimes I think you are deliberately holding me up,  putting ideas in my head, suggestions for development, you'd do in a flat second, not me — is a labor of love trying regardless.

Last night I dreamed we were having a garage sale together, the yard undeterminable.  I didn't break down until I saw your yellow paramecium scarf .... a silk square of mellow yellow with tiny red or maybe sea/ algae green paramecium — same color of a dress you'd had — paramecium  on a floaty static background.

PS: Yesterday marked 25 years since Hurricane Andrew, the vision of you, hanging onto the wrought iron railings on the the front porch, your clothes blowing ... a Gone With the Wind image...yesterday.

Sept 7, 2017

And NOW, 25 years and two weeks later, Hurricane Irma is upon us, we will get a direct hit, and are way underinsured. Love you forever, and ever, come what may.

July 5, 2017

HI Carole,

Posting image from a few weeks ago, June 2017, Danny amazing! He is working on a series in Houston, here now for a short while.  Hesitate to say, 'shooting' when mean video-ing  because of of the nonsense going on, you never know.  Josh was here, too, didn't make it into image, Miguel jumped in between at last minute, six-year-old Will in front, wearing a Great Smoky Mountains National Park hat bought for Miguel years earlier.  Sam took sitting from couch across. Same sofa as when  you were last here ... OH, Carole ...

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Slippery slope: USA is a super mess with demented bully Trump tweeting and lying, Trump can't keep his own stories straight. Frightening: false truths,  "Alternative facts" is a phrase used by U.S. Counselor to the President Kellyanne Conway during a Meet the Press interview on January 22, 2017, ...

Hacked election, first time ever,  Mr. Misogynist, major religious discrimination, travel bans without precedent — grandmothers aren't close relatives.  Russian $$$$ ties and influence, attempting to undo healthcare, Medicaid, climate stuff, is horrific.

Tweeting Trump's lawyers all over the place, unlike anything previous ... greed beyond the imaginable. Heartless and cruel. Shameful. Embarrassing.

A crass administration without dignity. The good ole boys, unfit Trump, and Trumpeters, bulldog snarl-gritty. Dangerous. Life taking.

How our father played you.

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Revisionist History Alert: An image of Amelia Earhart photo revealed. She and navigator died in the Marshall Islands ... 80 years ago. Link as of July 5, 2017.

Mother's Day, day after 2017

Hi my love, my forever schwester, always missing you, remembering .... you with flowers for us.

Spoke with your boys, our boys, Danny mostly on the day, he called from Galveston, working on a TV series, should be back in Miami in few weeks for a short time, has free hotel points, wants to travel world, some of it, then back to Houston for work. Is a fine job for him.

Josh today, he's still writing, has received good feedback.

William had first sleepover Saturday night, was grand. Sam made pancakes Sunday morning, needed to deliver William to his mother for the day.  Celeste sent stone crabs for Hanukkah on Mother's Day, a fantastic treat, so yummy. In season now ....

I donated our Mother's wedding china to Goodwill today, someone will appreciate the set, I never used, and finally no longer felt obligated to keep.  Kids passed on china, not their thing, children don't want that sort of stuff anymore.  Have so much decluttering to do, a houseful.

Continue attempting our book, still angst writing it, even with speculative added .... the sections on Mom are a hoot, the gift she left us — copy for our manuscript.

XOXOXOX

Passover, April 10, 2017

Hi my sweetest love, very sad without you. Missing you dearly, what year shall I focus on, a lifetime? ...

Will be a small gathering, Curt, hubby dearest with a new job, Danny in Texas on a project until June,  Josh here but working. He signed up for an author read, good for him! Celeste and Miguel will arrive, hoping Sam, too. Grandson William is away on cruise with other family, spring break.  He was supposed to spend the night Saturday, this first sleepover here, but barfed instead, red berries beforehand. He is the sweetest 6-year-old kid, and Sam is doing a fabulous daddy job.

Have the retro kitschy metal Seder plate Little Genie's dad gave you .... green and gold with molded images, not sure what will put on, haven't the official stuff.

Little Genie quit her teaching job, after earning a Masters, is doing a rodeo of flea markets! Sound familiar!

Love you always.

April 11, next morning, we broke matzos together, no Seder, and I am whipped, chicken didn't cook, must be me, not the new oven!  ...

Hey, Carole

Love you and so missing you .... keeping forgetting how to sign in, google knows, had birthday candles.  Can you imagine the billions of people born today, all seeing candles???

Big tiff between youtube and google, more artificial intelligence ...  social marketing, ads, fake news, revenue stream, the goings-on after your time but the same greed.

AI propagating itself, showing its hand getting schmuckola into white house, lower case on purpose. Schmuckola there and we are so screwed. Bots, cybots, hacked!

More developed than Watergate.

Not to mention climate change.

Gave grandson Miguel a copy of Brave New World, hope he reads, will be 13 yrs-old in a few weeks.

Have a blurred pic from Monday with near teen Miguel, adorable six-yr-old William and old farty Nana. Gotta figure how to transfer from other computer ... not i-clouded, or whatever the word.  Missed Josh and Danny, they were working, not a biggie, the dirty one, 69 ...  true dirty, heartbreaking grime is not having you at my side.

Pussyhat Rebellion!!!!

Oh Carole, you'd have love it — Pussyhat Rebellion!!!!

Russian Revolution, 1917
Trump's American and the Women's March, 2017

4:54 PM

January 21 by Rachel Weiner and Aaron Davis, Washington Post

Crowds start to disperse, but still massive

RELATED COVERAGE

• Marchers Pour Into Washington to Pour Out Their Hearts JAN. 21, 2017 
  
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  How Marches in Washington Have Shaped America JAN. 21, 2017

ON NPR
Pussyhats! on NPR (article)

http://www.npr.org/2017/01/21/510997192/with-pussyhats-liberals-get-their-own-version-of-the-red-trucker-hat

Way Past

Hi Carole,

An FPL guy was here, electric pole placement for Pinecrest Floods development still without drainage. Large ficus will go, might miss, uncertain about African Tulip tree, the parrots love it, would miss if were cutdown or out. Cool species of palm tree will stay.  Very old oaks replanted in front of flooding field, Pinecrest PLAce, didn't make it. IS so nuts, no drainage and with water rising from underneath. A wall holding all the water inside the luxury home plat, at least not spilling over the berm into our yard. Again, water rising from underneath ... . Anyway, the project manager who came looked like our past; cousin Robbie, his name Rob, too. I flashed with you at my side more than half a century ago — yesterday.

I called Fran, in RI, left a message, we small talk every few months, have not seen each in ages unlikely we will again. Poor Fran.

Robbie died about a year after you passed, age 56 or 57. He'd completed a genealogy that I never received, he must have known. I believe he left behind two college age children perhaps like yours at the time ... time ....

Love and hugs to you with your glimmer, and glint.

PS: Your former  professor, Frank  Bidart, has a poem in the New Yorker, Jan 23, 2017. You'd love it, Mourning What We Though We Were, a rise against Trump, the cover, too. Titled, At the Wheel by Barry Blitt, Sardonic.  Will try to capture and post. Ignorance, the poverty of mind amazing.

Current: from NYT

WHITE HOUSE MEMO

Trump Lashes Out as Approval Ratings Dip to Record Lows

By PETER BAKER

President-elect Donald J. Trump will take office with less popular support than any new president in modern times, an array of polls show.

Earth Sets Temperature Record for 3rd Straight Year

By JUSTIN GILLIS and JOHN SCHWARTZ 10:30 AM ET

• It is the first time in the modern era of global warming data that temperatures have blown past the previous record three years in a row.
• The data show that temperatures are heading toward levels that many believe will pose a profound threat to civilization.