I sent a txtlj post many hours ago, while on my way to Bunny's funeral. It doesn't appear to have made it online, so I figured I'd repost. I said:

.95 cents?!? Fuck you -- I'll skate to the beach! And I'll look better getting there ...
This popped into my head because the toll on the turnpike was .95 cents. For anyone confused by the non-sequitur ( Read more... )

When I wrote my previous post about Bunny, there was one of her famous stories that I forgot to share ( Read more... )

Bunny was a storyteller, from a colorful and fascinating family. Bunny's actual given name was Ruth, but she was called "Bunny" even before she was born. The story goes that Bunny's mother was trying to explain to Marshall ("Micky"), Bunny's soon-to-be brother, that she was going to go to the hospital and bring home "... a baby in bunting." Micky ( Read more... )

Mom called. Aunt Bunny died.

Slowly but surely, I'm getting the last few months' worth of pictures uploaded to LJ. Here, then is September:

( Labor Day )

Things have been nuts. Instead I'll post pictures:

( Polish Hill sunset )

This is the final roll of film from the Seattle trip. It features more pictures from the party at Jeri's house, my mother's and my travels back to Pittsburgh, and then random stuff to use up the roll of film, including my super adorable cats and the green glasses.

The pictures:

( More pictures from the party at Jeri's house )

Did I never post these pictures? Oops. I uploaded them to photobucket a week ago but apparently never remembered to come over here and post the links.

Oh well. Here they are:

( Rosh Hashana pictures featuring Gayle, Mom, Dad, Anne, David and Bunny )

Well, since both pghwob and lilostitch have expressed their concern that I haven't been updating my LJ much lately, I thought I'd sit down and write something for a change ( Read more... )

Well, I took that bath. I sat and smoked and finished reading Bunny Bunny, a book about Gilda Radner that one of the women at work loaned to me. Reading about Gilda Radner is never going to cheer me up. I always know how the story ends, and it doesn't end well ( Read more... )