For those of you who know I am recovering off-Island, be assured that my telephone number above is connected to where I am now, so do not hesitate to call me with your guests, your news, your outings.
Since I was unable to view your wee St. Patrick’s Day parade on-Island, since I was unable to join in the wearing of the green at the Ocean View, Ritz, or other venues of good food and drink, I rose early on St. Patrick’s Day and decorated the house.
Is this significant? This is our second month in a row with a Friday the 13th. I prefer to think of it as good luck. As I struggle to become more adept on the computer I am leaving a trail of laughing friends on Islanders Talk, among them Kara Best and Hunter Thomas. I made some mistakes last week. Kara felt the need to apologize for me in public for being such a dinosaur.
Do you like good writing? Do you like to read? What do you read, Emmanuel Kant, David Berry, Primo Levi, Danielle Steele? All the town columns, the editorials, the letters to the editor?
All the changes in society (Do you text at the table? Can you check your email in front of people at a cocktail party?) means that we need a Miss Manners for this era, and I volunteer.
I’m okay now, but I was visiting my mother, didn’t feel well and ended up being admitted to emergency surgery at White Plains Hospital and kept there under lock and key for one week.
Have you been receiving those pesky phone calls? The calls where an actual living person tells you our government has selected you as a great, law-abiding taxpayer to receive a refund that very day of $7,466.19.
Nothing, I mean nothing, has been put away. The menorah is still out, the stockings and greens and tinsel — did I say tinsel? — I haven’t used that since I started keeping dogs and cats!
