Leaves All Dead; Time to Turn Over a New One
below, Michelangelo's David as he would look today :-)
I knew I had to leave home for 17 days this month and there was so much to DO before I left, I just never thought past today, the 21st of October when I would get home at last. I mean I had to drag all 45 of my house plants out on the screened-in porch so they could just pee right where they stood when watered, had to write all these columns to tide my newspaper readers over, had to get the international chip in my phone so I could call home if I really needed to and receive calls too and I did get one from a Madison Square Garden guy ecstatic about the mention I gave to the big annual Burlesque Festival in the paper a few weeks ago and tell ya what next year I am GOING to that thing because not only did they have the Pontani Family Reunion Dancers but also Torchy Taboo and Hot Pink Feathers. Not only Through the Keyhole and Ginger Goldmine but Kitty Diggins, and Twirla. Not just Skin Tight Outta Sight, Trixie Little and Kitten on the Keys but Miss Delirium Tremens herself and who in their right mind would want to miss a show like THAT another year?!
Anyway I had not given one thought to dragging out the winter clothes, say, or putting the bathing suits away; hadn’t thought ahead at all to Halloween or decided who to give my 40 Obama/Biden buttons to either but mostly mostly MOSTLY since around August 1st when I began to really feel this Italy trip comin' at me I did not give a single thought to Abstemious Living, the principle that normally guides my every action and so when I get home tonight and it’s 1am Europe time I will fall in the bed, then get up tomorrow and shop only the outside aisles of the supermarket, meaning the fruits the veggies the fish the chicken the eggs with no frozen pizzas, no sausages no sauces no quiches no ice cream, not even any dark chocolate of the tiniest size because for the last ten weeks it's been Feedbag City with me and I am now as broad in the beam as this guy in the photo with a girth to match.
