Stacey's 22nd
Based on a recent letter to a friend:
Namaste, Dollink,
Two reasons for writing: 1: I lost your cell number.
2: It's the 22nd Anniversary of the passing of Stacey Davies. By my estimates, she probably did it either yesterday or today. The current Roommate has yet to come home from hospital, est. time: another week. There's $ for the rent & utilities, but will he be able to pay rent just out of the hospital cycle?
My friends are having serious cardiac conditions. Many are off in San Antonio for Worldcon. My roommate has diabetes. Another friend may have to have open heart surgery. I'm feeling a lot like an immortal. The friends I made when I came into Fandom are ageing all around me, while I remain intact, and maybe I’m growing still.
Meanwhile, the Faux-Cheveux discipline I've been using works well in New York as a good- enough imitation of a popular style among black women. I've worn it at least once in a TV show audience. And the mixture of olive oil and cocoa butter lotion I devised has actually begun to grow hair underneath!
I walked away from my doctor one year ago and I feel better than when I took all those medications I'd been given to get the one or two that I needed. I feel better now, and that's because I substituted their medicines with pot. A THC regimen of 3 servings of Special Rice per week, and an increase in fruits and vegetables seem to be stabilising my metabolism. No more headaches! All I have to do is stay away from fluorescent light.
I'm weighing all my negatives and positives becuase this time of the year ALWAYS does it to me either for good or ill, just on different levels. August, 1953 must have been when my circuits went live, back in my Mom's belly. That means I'm already 60 years old, and August must have been the month of my Quickening, when Ghêt (the Soul) was hard-wired to this awful DvaceaniKa (body). After weeks or months of searching, only in August would I find a job. Once, when a job I really wanted broke my heart, I found a lifesaver job just in time for Labour Day.
I’ve gained and lost people, too. Just not the permanent way before Stacey. I'm trying to keep myself busy. I know where her photograph is but I shall not go to look at it because I remember her as if she’d just been away for the weekend. She remains a part of my life. And as my form of closure, one of the characters in The Family Forge is based on her, just as she'd predicted once back in a pleasanter time.
Anyway, a screenplay seems to have sparked to life on Tuesday and I wrote it as a post on LiveJournal.com, and I'm going down to otherdeb 's place for the Thursday NYUSFS dinner, same as always. But I could really use a hug.
TTFN
BCNU
Abby
Namaste, Dollink,
Two reasons for writing: 1: I lost your cell number.
2: It's the 22nd Anniversary of the passing of Stacey Davies. By my estimates, she probably did it either yesterday or today. The current Roommate has yet to come home from hospital, est. time: another week. There's $ for the rent & utilities, but will he be able to pay rent just out of the hospital cycle?
My friends are having serious cardiac conditions. Many are off in San Antonio for Worldcon. My roommate has diabetes. Another friend may have to have open heart surgery. I'm feeling a lot like an immortal. The friends I made when I came into Fandom are ageing all around me, while I remain intact, and maybe I’m growing still.
Meanwhile, the Faux-Cheveux discipline I've been using works well in New York as a good- enough imitation of a popular style among black women. I've worn it at least once in a TV show audience. And the mixture of olive oil and cocoa butter lotion I devised has actually begun to grow hair underneath!
I walked away from my doctor one year ago and I feel better than when I took all those medications I'd been given to get the one or two that I needed. I feel better now, and that's because I substituted their medicines with pot. A THC regimen of 3 servings of Special Rice per week, and an increase in fruits and vegetables seem to be stabilising my metabolism. No more headaches! All I have to do is stay away from fluorescent light.
I'm weighing all my negatives and positives becuase this time of the year ALWAYS does it to me either for good or ill, just on different levels. August, 1953 must have been when my circuits went live, back in my Mom's belly. That means I'm already 60 years old, and August must have been the month of my Quickening, when Ghêt (the Soul) was hard-wired to this awful DvaceaniKa (body). After weeks or months of searching, only in August would I find a job. Once, when a job I really wanted broke my heart, I found a lifesaver job just in time for Labour Day.
I’ve gained and lost people, too. Just not the permanent way before Stacey. I'm trying to keep myself busy. I know where her photograph is but I shall not go to look at it because I remember her as if she’d just been away for the weekend. She remains a part of my life. And as my form of closure, one of the characters in The Family Forge is based on her, just as she'd predicted once back in a pleasanter time.
Anyway, a screenplay seems to have sparked to life on Tuesday and I wrote it as a post on LiveJournal.com, and I'm going down to otherdeb 's place for the Thursday NYUSFS dinner, same as always. But I could really use a hug.
TTFN
BCNU
Abby