Walked to Mass at St P’s today, didn’t really go. Said part of a rosary in the Lady Chapel. Sermon going. Left. Got 3 tacos at Chipotle, the new smudge didn’t know what that was.
Bugs all over, mainly fruitflies. They had leveled off a lot before Laura was here two weeks ago, because I’d sprayed and bombed the place. Went to DR and bought another can of RAID flying insect spray, sprayed around. Also got some root touch-up. I last colored on about July 30, am due for touch up now.
Got some boo from Grimm when I was over there on Monday evening. A teensy bag lasted me two night and kept me up. Then another night or two scraping. Madly writing about everything and nothing. Buckley review which is not done. Emails to Diana Gise. She wants the whole history of 25 Church Street in Saratoga Springs. I believe “we” owned it from 1870 to 1938, when the Morrisons sold it. Since Maggie Hayes had ownership in 1924 when Thomas passed, she must have sold it to Dennis’s widow and daughter and her husband.
Not much Anchor work coming up. I requested a few slots this past week, got nothing. I do have Grimm tomorrow (Labor Day) and I have a race in PP on Wednesday afternoon and evening. Try to get some shifts for Tuesday, Thurs, Fri. Must pay rent. Can barely do it at the moment. And send in the Buckley review tomorrow.
Recurring tooth pain which I’ve staved off with the last of the Erythro and with rinses of peroxide. After eating steak a week or so ago the upper right molar was wobblier than ever.
My birthday this week. Saturday. I will make K take me to dinner if I am free in the evening.
No vodka at all this week except for a pint of Platinum last night, mixed with grapefruit juice. I had a Resin beer a couple of days earlier, from Whole Foods, which I did not pay for. The wonders of self-checkout. Of course it was also the cheapest thing I bought.
Cattrall and her greasy black mop (James Wolcott?)
Watching a bit of the film Tribute, which was always playing back in 81 or 82 when I was flying back and forth to California. Kim Cattrall gives the game away when she knows how to open the hidden bar. Who was the movie critic who denounced her greasy mop, in, was it Village Voice? The Wolcott guy from Baltimore?
You can see it at archive dot org or on YouTube but it’s really fuzzy and faded both places. Not celebrated as a classic.
