Halloween

The Ex-Wives of Frankenstein!
When my mother got this picture, she responded with, "I don't know what to say!"  The men at the Greek diner in my building didn't recognize us when we went to show them our costumes.  My friend (above) said, "they thought we were hookers!"  I found this flattering, actually, because they see us every day after the gym, and we look awful.

My Imaginary Cat

If I had a cat, I would want this kind of cat.  I would name her/him "Jinx" after Jinx Falkenberg, who was an early TV talk show hostess.  There are pictures of her on the wall downstairs outside the high-end consignment store in my apartment building.  She once interviewed the woman who started this store (called Encore.)  One time, I saw a Louis Vuitton handbag there for $475 (gently used.)  Not having a job, I didn't think I should spend that money.  I still don't have a job--and if I had bought it, at least I'd have a LV bag!

Haiku Monday: Joy

Ancient torture tools:
razors, pointed sticks, hot wax.
Summer pedicure!

Haiku Monday: Ghost

My heart is a wraith;
haunted and caught, tangled in
your sweet barbed-wire love.

My New Part Time Job

I am into 4 days of a 7-day training program that will prepare me to tutor high-level business people with their English skills.

Here is what I hope my first client will look like:

What's Wrong With Harriet Nelson? And Go Occupy Your OWN Street!

My friend Victoria asked me if I'd seen any Occupy Wall Street protesters searching out tycoon residences on the Upper East Side today. I told her no--thankfully. Though I admire sincere protest, I feel about many of the Occupy Wall Street crowd the way I feel about grafitti: it's cluttering up the landscape and appeals to the criminal element. She said I sounded like Harriet Nelson! I don't think she was flattering me, either.

Haiku Monday: Velvet

Fall's golden blanket
drifts down piece by piece, warming
summer's velvet bed.

Haiku Monday: Fog

Bath steam fogs the glass.
The heart you traced is crystal,
though you have faded.