And nana, holy cow, in that photo anyway, the family resemblance is so strong! The eyes....
Thinking of you all .... the rest is wordless, but, thinking of you all.
this post now up to 2.4K hits. cyberspace is really listening. kinda wish tr ig's old open salon writing was available somewhere. incl the comments! there were some wild threads. we intersected on some occasions. lol @ nanatehays ref to themselves as "blog whores" and "performance art". whered you guys get so much energy/ raconteur/ cyber entertainment juices from anyway? a carpenter as a master blog writer/ clown? its a great aspect of the diversity of cyberspace that you guys got so much enjoyment out of it. & from comments, it morphed into offline relationships/ friendships as well. & recall from open salon days, debating the rise of china in one of my blogs, nanatehay is very well read. sort of like outsider intellectuals/ intelligentsia in some ways, if such a thing can be imagined. thx for being who you are/ were Nanatehey/ Tr Ig
Nana, if you're reading this - hugs. big ones. post something when you have a minute.
plus a bump.
I just heard...I can honestly say "I understand your loss." I have lost a brother and a husband...never easy.
A guy I know in Greensboro, bandleader of the rock band I still kind of belong to and guitarist for the klezmer group I also kind of belong to, even though I now live about 580 miles north of there, was hospitalized on Wednesday, Dec. 2 of 2006 with what turned out to be a tumor. It was taken out successfully. So he'd been in the ICU for a few days, no solid food, still pre-operative, and Saturday came around and I offered to visit him. Naturally I asked
Can you play?
I'm pretty wired up, so it depends. I feel well enough to play.
Is your daughter home? If so, I'll grab my guitar, swing by your house to get yours, and bring it.
As a matter of fact....
So I did.
I get there, we're talking, and a friend of his walks in and says "you're finally without your guitar!"
We gesture toward the side wall. Two cases. Who do you think you're dealing with here?
My friend has a pulsox on his left hand, glowing red and reading blood oxygen levels ("sats"). He asks the nurse if he can move it to his right hand.
"Your sats have been fine since you got here. Take it off."
We pull out guitars. His friend takes phone video. We jam for a while, but the first thing makes it onto video, two guitars and vocal harmony courtesy of, uh, me, I'm no singer but I could hold it down ok. We're in the Intensive Care Unit so he's on an IV, screens blipping away, and what's the tune?
It was forwarded to my phone but my friend won't let it go to YouTube. He forgot a verse and our tuning could have been a bit better. He was on an IV and hadn't eaten solid food for three days but, you know, Standards. I just watched it.
I recently found this existed. I was probably away at college, because I knew the station and the DJ
nana, thinking of you.
You're in hard times, that's for sure. Grieving with your people though is better than grieving at not home.
I'll go on record as not requesting any check-ins here. Just keep putting one foot in front of the other and do whatever feels right in the moment. You know how to find us.
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