So I am all moved in and almost stable in my new home except I don't know how to unthick this print. I will not call for online help as I have come to mistrust all services, including and especially A T & T, as warned by my TV installer who told me I would be cheated, and indeed he was right. So I am blogging now out of the Champagne French Bakery where I can pick up Starbuck's signal without having actually to become a part of that mentality although too old. I saw my brilliant Doctor Agre this morning and apparently I am still alive although we both knew Mike Nichols. He was not, says the doctor, the brightest one in their bunch, so I would delight in meeting the others who might still be alive. But even he might have had trouble understanding why this typeset is suddenly thick.
Had the best Thanksgiving of my life culinary-wise yesterday, with my old neighbors from Robbins Drive in Beverly Hills, where I was evicted for singing. No kidding. Whoever moved in after me has been renting out her place as a B&B and I would report her except I don't want to be like some of the other people here, so am also not reporting whoever is parking in my garage space. But if you're coming, do let me know so I can make sure there's room for you. I am stunned at how tight things are around here, but it's nice the sun is out and you can still walk places on a beautiful day, when the rest of the country is suffering and the world is in turmoil.
But it's lucky I was thrown out as otherwise I would have been paying rent for all the time I wasn't here which is longer than I can remember. Destiny has its way of taking care of you a lot of the time, except maybe Mike Nichols doesn't feel that way.
Am going to make my way to Century City where a movie is playing I want to see and am going to ascertain whether I can live in LA without a car, taking the bus places like regular people or ex-New Yorkers who don't want to be overloaded with responsibilities, the excellent possibility of a crash, or having to wait in endless lines of cars therefore becoming a much less adorable person. I will let you know how the movie was, and if Steve Carell is as extraordinary as they say and if I have spelled his name right. Maybe it has two rrs.
Also I think I have to get a dog. I still miss Mimi and, before her, Happy, both of whom deserved to be immortal. In the case of Happy, he would have lived forever, but Oprah didn't show the book. I am ready to go toe to toe with anyone who thinks she is a great person.
I am seriously planning to adopt, as there are, apparently, too many around with loving, giving, needy natures, who will not have any future unless I take them in. I wish someone had given me the same counsel with respect to children.