the other night jeff fetched me & we went to the
show [aside: there was a
great deal of rain] & when we got to bernie's there were most of my friends, all coming up to me & saying, "wow! you're out!"
i think i have already told the story about me being 19 & standing in a black lace dress outside old kenyon, & i don't want to tell it again.
we have spent all day cleaning the house & there is a new bruise on my knee to prove it. when i noticed the bruise i was kneeling in the shower & thinking, "huh. who knew. tikkun olam."
for reasons unknown i have been saying "who knew," a lot, which i never really did that much before.
