After 13 years of living in my building, I have decided to use this amenity regularly for exercise. I am proud of my small steps. And speaking of steps, please enjoy my Yellow Submarine crocs complete with periscopes, in keeping with the aquatic theme.
There is no better artist on the planet than the planet itself. “Unearthed: Raw Beauty” at the Natural History Museum is on view through April 18, 2027.
How's this for uncanny?
I'm hanging out with my friend Tanja yesterday. We were talking about how dragonflies had been one of the messengers from Tamra quite a few people recognized after she crossed over. Back in November Tanja had seen on FB marketplace two dragonflies with wings made of a mysterious lapis colored mineral. Tamra loved lapis. The seller's name was Tamra.
Tanja decided to check in case they were still there even though the last time she checked they weren't. The seller literally relisted them while we were talking about this. So she bought them.
On the way to pick them up this morning (one dragonfly for Tanja and one for me) she saw a license plate on a parked car that said NOFEEET. No feeet was a joke Tamra said in an epic dream my friend Muffy had soon after Tamra passed, a dream she read at Tamra's Celebration of Life.
The license plate frame read "I myself am strange and unusual," what Lydia said in the film Beetlejuice when she described seeing ghosts. Tamra's older brother called her Lydia because the character reminded him so much of her.
The seller gave Tanja a gift: three little hearts. One for me, one for Tanja, and one for Tamra. This happened on the weekend I posted Tamra's paranormal messages on my Substack.
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I called him Ujo. But his name was Vladimir. My mod, stylish uncle. My mother’s only beloved brother.
Ujo, your voice always warmed my heart. You made me laugh like no one else. You introduced me to the world of music, to maestros like the Beatles and Leonard Cohen. We played handheld video games during our summers on the Adriatic, when everyone else was out on the beach getting sunburned. I don’t know what else to say other than I love you. I know we are all mortal, but I also know that our love for you will never die. Goodbye, dear Ujo. Thank you for being such a wonderful, loving person of such high integrity. I will miss you always.
