I am back.  Not sure how long it has been since I last posted, I could look it up, but I am too fucking lazy to do that right now.  At least, I am honest.  Well, February has come and gone.  The highlights are the groundhog, fuck if I can remember if it saw its shadow or not, came and went.  Then again, I like to think, and I guess it is only a thought, that we have come far enough that we do not have to rely on a fucking rodent to determine when spring will arrive (March 20th by the way).  Then again, if you have observed most of humanity, well most of the humanity that I have been in contact with is more to the point, I am really pushing the previous thought....or I stand corrected.

Anyway, with the groundhog came Dave's bday and the usual greeting.  His reply this year included pictures of his three children.  Very cute kids.  His son has a head of hair like I have never seen.  Tres cool but I am becoming follicularly challenged.  That was the happy part of the month.  From the next day on, this month was all about death.  First, a friend of mine's mother died.  Then as his girlfriend was on her way to console him, she stops to see her mother, in a retirement residence, finds her mother in crisis.  She is taken to the hospital.  So boyfriend, who has yet to grieve, though it was before the funeral, spends time with her at the hospital (which was as good thing).  Anyway, three weeks later, her mother dies.

It has been a month of funerals and shivas with a related cast of characters.  Strange how life works.

I did have the line of the second shiva, though.  I was there to davin on the Wednesday.  Afterward, I am standing around and looking at the food on the table.  Somebody had brought cupcakes.  Very nice.  Then I notice a golden cupcake with white frosting had a fondant pink star on it.  I then see a chocolate cupcake with a yellow star on it.  I was immediately struck by the notion....how appropriate is it have cupcake with a yellow star on it served at the shiva of a Holocaust survivor?  It would have been worse if it were a yellow Star of David with "Juden" written on it, but still.  It was a funny sort of faux pas.

Well, that was my February.  March has got to be better, then again, this is me and March, which has rarely been "good" to me.  Oh yeah, yesterday was the 30th anniversary of John Belushi's death and my trip to New York with my father.  The only real connection is that I saw the news of his death when we got to the hotel room Friday afternoon and remember being disturbed and floored by that turn of events.

Got to run.  Ciao!