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.
Hi heron. Woke up 3pm Central Time after 16 hours out like a light. Was the first real sleep I've had since Steve died, but when I looked at my phone to check the time I thought it was 3am, maybe Sunday, maybe Kansas City.
Steve's wake was yesterday. It was 104 in the shade, probably 115 heat index, with the local news weather guys saying solar flares were happening. I'll write more about it when I'm able, but I can't write or do anything else worth a fuck on this so-called smart phone. Me and Syl were the last guests to leave Jenny's place, though I would have left a half hour before if I hadn't been waiting around for Syl to find his car keys. He never did, so I offered to give him a ride out to KCK even though it was 20 or 30 miles the opposite direction I was going. A massive thunderstorm had been approaching for hours, and just a few blocks away from Jenny's the front slammed into us with 60 mph winds and torrential rain and violently strobing lightning. Visibility dropped to 20 feet, and sheets of water flowing across the ground made it impossible to tell where the road was, so I pulled over to wait it out. I am a very experienced, very good driver, and there have only been 2 or 3 times I was forced by weather to stop driving, but this was one of them. Syl didn't like it a bit though, I guess he reallywanted to get home and get home right now, so he kept hassling me and offering to drive if I couldn't and etc, and eventually I had to explain why he needed to shut up. He then jumped out of the truck and ran off into the storm toward Jenny's, where I'm assuming he either called an Uber or found his car keys once daylight and reason had returned. I texted Eli to let him and the boys know Syl was on foot somewhere in Raytown, and after a while the storm front passed on through and I was able to make my way here across wide swathes of the city darkened by power outages and intersections where the only traffic signals were squad cars with their lights reflecting redblueredbluered off wet asphalt.
What surreal time. It sounds like the kind of dream you get when sick with a fever, except you were awake. Then when you slept, it was long and dreamless.Topsy turvy and inverted.
I am so sorry you are having to go through this awful time. Phone notwithstanding, that was a vivid paragraph of writing. Maybe that’s your silk purse. Writing now could result in some of your best. Even the form, the notes app on your phone. Leave the typos :)
How’s KC? Do you see it the same way as before you left?
Glad you were there Nana, for some reason I thought you had left already, I misunderstood I guess but anyway. Glad to know you are with Eli and Jenny. Thinking of you every day and sending thoughts out to the universe for all of you but especially you. And Trig. It just seems as surreal as the storm. Good to hear from you. Know you are cared about from a large community of friends.
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