Dreamed of taking my parents to lunch in an Upper East Side park, meeting Happy Rockefeller [Nelson Rockefeller's second wife], discussing the Beano [a British comic]; almost leaving a public place (restaurant? karaoke bar?) in bare feet.
Had lunch with Puitak and Gordon (soup, rice, fish, fruitcake), then we went to the ROM and saw the special exhibits of the St. James ossuary ("Rock of ages, cleft for me") and the 1950s haute couture.
Dinah, you should be glad you didn't live then. Sure, it's fun to dress up in fancy clothes and look glamorous, maybe even get put on a pedestal. But imagine being expected to be like that all the time! I splurged and charged an $85 membership. (We should get Mother one too.)
Another headache.
Read an interview with Leslie Fiedler at salon.com. I've switched from Level 4 Netscape to Level 6.
When Malachy did that '60s album, they should have had him singing "Did You Ever See?" [He mentions singing that vulgar song to kids at the start of the book.]
Still steeling myself to send the first cybersuitors messages. (There are already a couple of possibilities.)
Dinner was shepherd's pie, only with turkey. Felt no need to finish the small leftover amount.
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