Spot the monkey.

was sent a play to read. read it. feel i must do it.

a bit of fun over lunch today: doing Big Edith Beale paper napkin mannerisms, i.e. in slo mo, most of it dangling, utilizing only a small corner of it.

I’m discontented with homes that I’ve rented
So I have invented my own.
Darling, this place is lovely oasis
Where life’s weary taste is unknown

Far from the crowded city
Where flowers pretty caress the stream
Cozy to hide in, to live side b…y side in,
Don’t let it apart in my dream

Picture me upon your knee
Just tea for two
And two for tea
Just me for you
And you for me alone

Nobody near us to see us or hear us
No friends or relations
On weekend vacations
We won’t have it known
That we own a telephone, dear

Day will break and I’ll awake
And start to bake a sugar cake
For you to take for all the boys to see

We will raise a family
A boy for you
And a girl for me
Can’t you see how happy we would be..

early beddy byes, less thinking. right. amazing.

Strolling under the rain. Street lights.

I’m not hungry at all. Strange.
I will stay at this table until I finish this salmon salad. I will stay right here for 3 hours if need be.
Eat. We’re not leaving until you do.

10 minutes early, quickly turned into 5 minutes late. The Hare and the Tortoise etc, etc

Dad: bla bla?
Surgeon: bla bla bla bla.
Mom: bla bla bla?
Surgeon: bla bla bla!
Dad: bla bla..
Surgeon: I don’t see reason to operate. The antibiotics took care of problem. He’s being discharged. Get him out if here, he’s a nightmare patient.
Mom+Dad: He’s a nightmare son.

Wasn’t until the 20th time of watching Beales of Grey Gardens that I noticed Little Edith’s referrence to the play “Design for Living” and to the Maidstone Club. It all makes sense more and more and shines an even more attractive light on Edith.

In my mind, she could be great friends with Dare Wright who also had a very unique, DIY personal style as well as an opressive, overbearing mother. Dare could have done a great Lonely Doll book over at the GG house and beach. And of course, Dare’s muse doll was called “Edith”. What are the chances! Three Ediths. All of them lonely.

In other news, I stole some jello from the nurse’s tray. GAWD.

5am. Woke up and can’t go back to sleep because I’m starving. They won’t give me any food in case I get operated on tomorrow. This case of appendicitis has been confusing the doctors and after the scans, blood tests and observation, they’re still not sure if they should take it out. It’s been 24 hrs of not having eaten anything at all (I stole some gummy bears from some lady) and I’m just about finishing my 5th IV bottle. At least I have my own big room. A nurse just walked in with two cups for me to fill with pee.

dreaming of pastry.

flying into the night

5am.
Boarding the plane to the hospital.
GAWD
pain.

…but at 4am I had to go to the hospital cause I may have a case of the appendicitis, GAWD

Vivi and Vili visited. I made us chicken salads with arugula, spinach and grapes and Spee made this awesome cake.

I am capable of murder(s).

This trim didn’t feel therapeutic. Often does.

“I don’t like women in skirts and the best thing is to wear pantyhose or some pants under a short skirt, I think. Then you have the pants under the skirt and then you can pull the stockings up over the pants underneath the skirt.

And you can always take off the skirt and use it as a cape.

It’s really the best costume for the day.
I have to think these things up.”