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Yet another URI...
I must say, after getting six and seven colds per year for the past eighteen years, I'm getting very tired of this.
As if in compensation, this is the week all the roses came into Spring Flush: beautiful. There's an arbor in my back yard and the blood-crimson climbers are out, and if the morning happens to be warm, the smell is enchanting. (I haven't lost my sense of smell; it just feels like my sinuses and bronchial passageways have been rinsed out with lye).
Cold or no cold, I will get to Passover Dinner tonight at a friend's. Though not Jewish, I've attended Passover regularly for over twenty years: it's good to have friends. I think the first or second Passover dinner I ever went to was given by a man I was seriously involved with, and included his parents, neither of whom would have approved of their First Born Son dating a shiksa, had they known he was doing so. ("We're just good friends..."). It was... odd. Those I now attend (at which my fellow guests are probably 75% Gentile) are much more laid-back. Pass the Maneschewiz.
The host household includes Levi The Too-Much-Coffee-Dog, a dobie-airedale mix whom my friends adopted after someone threw him out of a pickup in Griffith Park. When my friend's adopted (sort-of) brother was in beautician school, he'd practice on Levi: sometimes dyed his mustache blue (of course, Terry would dye his own mustache blue as well), sometimes gave him pink hair-extensions... it was all fine with Levi. He's been taught not to go after the hors d'oevres on the low tables, which is great. I anticipate a pleasant evening.
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