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Colonoscopy on Election Day! My dear friend, Karla, drove us up Santa Monica Boulevard. Door fronts and windows were boarded up as if we were in a third world country. My 10 a.m. appointment was delayed two hours as the office was overwhelmed with patients and only one anesthesiologist. When it was finally my turn, I found out from a caring Filipina nurse that people werenât coming because they were afraid of angry protestors. An emergency, second anesthesiologist arrived whom I called my fairy godmother when she sent me into a lovely, dreamless sleep. Later Sheila said the drug they used was the one Michael Jackson was addicted to.
Chicago: Last week, my daughter was walking in the neighborhood with a friend. They bumped into a friend of her friendâall were maskedâand chatted for a bit. Today Sarah went to a new dermatologist and when the doctor walked in, it struck her there was something familiar about the woman. Then she laughed. She was the masked woman Sarah met on her walk.
Corona virus record day with 122,000 covid-19 cases.
Because it was such a blessed moment when at 9:47 PT, Joe Biden was declared the 46th President and Kamala Harris became the first woman, South Asian and African-American to be the Vice President, I asked some family and friends where they were when the Democratsâ victory was declared.
Sarah, IL: âWe heard about it in the car going to Millennium park. It was a bright, sunny day and Lou said, âThereâs warmth again in the world.ââ
Karen, MD: âI was out walkingâŚMy daughter texted me in the middle of this beautiful park.â
Me, CA: âI was in my kitchen listening to MSNBC and burst into tears.â
Lindsay, CA: âI was watching CNN and crying. Reporter Van Jones was crying too.â
Lynn, Diesel, Brentwood: âHow are Trump books selling?â I asked. She indicated a table full and said, âTheyâre on sale but no oneâs buying.â
Yves, Paris: On the phone, I told him about my colonoscopy. âIâm going to tell you a funny story about mine I had years ago,â he said. âI was traumatized as a six-year-old when I had to be anesthetized. From that time, I couldnât be put out. There was a doctor friend in Le Havre who was an anesthetist and I asked if he would put me under. I stayed at his house and when it came time to drink each concoction that would help elimination, he ordered, âYouâll drink one glass and then take a shot of whiskey.â The colonoscopy came out fine and back at his house my friend said, âNow one more whiskey.ââ
I sent my grandkids the book, âThe Soul of an Octopusâ as theyâd liked the movie, âThe Octopus Teacher.â When eight-year-old William looked puzzled, my daughter asked if he knew what soul meant. He responded, âThe soul is the ghost form of you.â
âWhat ifÂ the moon said the night will tell you secrets if you listen to theÂ musicÂ inside of stones?â from âTurtle Island,â by poet Diane Frank, Author ofÂ While Listening to the Enigma Variations.Â
Bloomsbury Books, Sheila on Obamaâs book release. We received 107 copies and many were spoken for.â In 24 hours, over 890,000 copies of âThe Promised Landâ were sold.
Uncle Red: âI was inspired by Yves and his colonoscopy story when he took a shot of whiskey after drinking each laxative. I was in a new Hollywood restaurant and the manager asked if Iâd like a shot of Japanese whiskey. I thought of Yves and downed the shot.â
Pfizer announced it has a corona virus vaccine thatâs 90% effective.
âWintering,â In British Kathryn Mayâs memoir, with her young son she visited Stonehenge, a pre-Christian site where the Druids worshipped. Their belief system, rooted in nature, is based on the four solstices and the four equinoxes. They see Dec. 21 as the birth of the New Year of the world. Itâs also my daughterâs birthday.
Epilogue: âA Turn Toward Redâ Cherries burn in their green nests/windows to a red world/ Tiny finches steal them and so do we/a wilderness of bees in the garden/ Flesh rose, guilder rose, hawthorn/and holly, the cardinalâs racket/ Red Tide, the color of deep adobe/rolls relentlessly toward shore/ Red weather in the heart/ Unhindered red/a quick bright tongue lick/ Unending flow of red/in blood we came/ In blood we will to/ a scaffold of stone/ Crimson center of corona virus/ being here is everything
From Nocturnes: Between Flesh and Stone by poet Mary Kay Rummel, published by Blue Light Press.
Happy Holidays, Everyone!