Hm. Why did I go into opera? Well, I was just watching "No Reservations" - a good-but-not-as-good-as-the-original ("Martha", I think) movie - and there was a lot of male opera aria singing in it. Sigh. Y'know what that finally showed me/reminded me of
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At first, the flusher on my toilet was leaking: the gasket keeps wearing out...and there's only one of me using it. (?! Kindly refrain from pithy observations, puhlease.)Then there was still water on the floor and I thought that the bucket I put under it was in the wrong position. When the river appeared in my bathroom (You thought I was kidding?)
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The event (the "live nativity" up in Warwick last night, not Warren) was very nice and I got a fit of the giggles - fortunately before "the curtain went up" (I'm so freakin' exhausted that my sides were aching.) - because they wanted us to dress up as angels at the last minute and started wrapping old white sheets around us. Kurt's (dignified
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I drummed and chanted in the Solstice with Mama Donna, the Urban Shaman at Grand Army Plaza in Brooklyn (at 7:04am) this morning. And then a little gaggle of us went out for syrup-ladened, challah bread French toast. Ho, ho, ho
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